Hehe. Listen to the media. The Night series is just perfect for this book. This is the first song. Bad End Night.

That night, Wyatt went to bed restlessly.

The image of Dagger's peaceful side was a nightmare. Like an illusion, it just couldn't be true.

Then again, getting trapped in a murderous mansion with sixteen other people and a psychotic billionaire would get him in a mental hospital if he ever lived to tell the story.

Wyatt turned in thought, staring at the ceiling.

A sudden glow from his phone illuminated the room with a faint white light.

Wyatt groaned and slowly swung his legs out of bed, walking slowly to the phone.

He picked it up, blinking.

One new message.

Wyatt frowned, suddenly awake.

It was from an unknown number. The initials read R.H.

Right hand?

Wyatt sighed as he checked the message. He froze.

Meet me at the sign of hope. Or you'll all die.

And yes, I mean now.

Wyatt sighed. "Might as well try. Sign of hope...AlterAssassin's old hiding place." He opened the bedroom door, tiptoeing quietly into the hallway. Being barefoot helped him stay silent.

Wyatt quietly entered the boy's bathroom. The light wasn't on.

He felt a prick of fear in his heart. Oh God, I was set up for murder...

Wyatt swallowed, turning back to walk away.

The door slammed shut and locked on its own.

Wyatt let out a quiet scream.

There was a sudden child's laugh. "Hahaha!"

He backed himself into the corner of the bathroom. "Wh-who's there?"

A sudden ghostly figure floated out of AlterAssassin's stall, the door swinging ominously.

Wyatt blinked.

The figure, if standing on the ground, was no taller than up to Wyatt's chest.

A child, literally.

It smiled happily. "Come, come with me!"

He tilted his head. "Who are you?"

The figure giggled. "Oops! Sorry. You can just call me R."

Wyatt frowned. "What kind of parent names their kid R?"

R scoffed and crossed his little, transparent arms. "What kind of parent names their kid a generic name like Wyatt?"

Wyatt sighed. "Touché. So, assuming you're not here to murder me, what did you want me for?"

R grinned. "I have something to show you! Follow me!" He floated off with an excited laugh.

Wyatt slowly walked out of the bathroom, following R up the stairs.

He stopped when R turned around, gesturing excitedly to the chemistry room. "Lookie, lookie, what I found! Hahaha!"

Wyatt squinted under the table, where a silver key was hidden behind some glass beakers. He picked it up slowly.

R clapped happily. "I know which room it goes to!" He floated out of the room and down the hall, grinning excitedly.

Wyatt shoved the key in his pocket as he ran after the ghost, not bothering to keep his footsteps quiet.

R finally stopped when he reached the Ballroom. "So. After running all this way, do you know where the key goes to?"

"It's to unlock the door that Dagger wouldn't let us in, right?"

R nodded happily.

Wyatt took a deep breath. "Might as well." He opened the door to the ballroom, walking in quietly.

R followed silently, floating to the back door, where it led to the garden.

They both stopped and looked at each other. "Ready?"

"Of course I am."

He nodded and put the key into the keyhole, turning it.

The door made a click sound and swung open on its own.

Wyatt stepped inside, blindly stumbling back as he looked around for a light switch.

There was a clap and the lights came on. R smirked. "Sound control. Dagger isn't cheap."

Wyatt gasped as the room's contents came in view.

Guns.

Explosives.

Boxes of gunpowder, each marked with a red logo.

B.E.™

The entire room smelled of sulfur.

Wyatt looked in shock. "What is this...? Is this where Dagger's been getting the bombs?"

There was no response.

"Hello?"

It was dead silent.

Wyatt looked around frantically. "Don't tell me the damn ghost left me," he muttered.

He suddenly heard a faint childish chuckle from far away.

"Hahaha! Hope we can have more fun later, Wyatt!"

Then it was gone, faded in the cherry blossoms.

Wyatt swallowed, looking around the guns. "B.E.?"

He picked up a bullet, cringing.

There was pink blood on the edge of it. He slipped it into his pocket.

Wyatt kept looking around, shuffling the boxes as he held up a small handgun.

Who knows? It might be useful for self defense or at least threatening enough to make people back off.

Wyatt put that in his pocket as well, making sure to take an extra round of bullets.

A sudden clang made him freeze. He made a wild dive and hid behind some boxes.

There was a shadow that stalked into the room. A quick flash of the moonlight revealed a pair of silver eyes. It stalked around, kicking some of the boxes away.

Wyatt held back a scream, keeping silent.

He watched as the shadow figure bent down, picking up a pistol and a round of bullets before proceeding to walk into the back. It came out a few moments later with duct tape and a crow bar before walking out, closing the door behind it.

Wyatt sighed in relief, standing up. He looked around, wandering to the back, where he found an arrangement of items. Duct tape, chains, arrows, anything that would be useful for killing.

Nothing that he needed anything at the moment.

He gulped and walked backwards, taking the key out of his pocket before he walked to the door. Wyatt opened it silently, looking up at the brilliant stars. He smiled faintly and closed the door, locking it.

The halls were eerily quiet as he ambled along.

There was a sudden child's laugh from behind. Wyatt looked around, spotting R, who was waving and laughing.

"You left me."

"Sorry. My pizza rolls were ready."

Wyatt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Sure."

R giggled. "Anyway, I wanted to take you to one more place." The ghost led him back to the boy's bathroom.

Wyatt leaned against the counter. "So. What am I here for?"

R smiled. "Check the cubicle for AlterAssassin."

He walked in, entering the code before the panel opened.

Wyatt's eyes widened.

Inside, there was a scrap piece of metal with faint words on the side.

He tilted his head to look at it.

Belmont Enterprises.

R smiled. "I thought you'd like to see that. Where all the weapons come from. It's two in the morning. Go get sleep."

Wyatt sighed and nodded, standing up. "I'll see you again, right?"

"Who knows?"

He pushed the door open, walking out and into his bedroom.

Wyatt slipped under the covers, letting out a sigh as his fingers curled around the gun in his pocket. He closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

In the early morning, just when the sun was rising, a gunshot rang throughout the cold, despairing mansion.