Wyatt spent the rest of the day sitting in his room, chewing on his lower lip with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He felt...anger. Sadness. He felt destroyed. It was like all of the negative emotions in the world had decided to team up and come crashing into him like the way a two-ton semi truck would.

Was this despair?

Wyatt pressed his fingers to his temple and attempted to stop the pain pulsing through his brain. He was sick of the way he was forced to live in danger. He was sick of the way there were only more and more turns at every corner they crossed.

Most of all, he was sick of himself.

Wyatt looked over to his door and headed out, dizzy with the voices in his head yelling at him.

He headed over to the weapon room, opening the door and staring at all the weapons hanging from the walls.

He slowly took down a small hunting knife.

Wyatt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

The cold blade pressed into his neck.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Wyatt opened his eyes, releasing his clammy grip on the handle of the knife.

Cassie stood there, her mouth open in pure shock. She quickly went over, wrenching the knife out of Wyatt's hand and throwing it out, before punching him in the jaw.

He was jarred awake. "Ow!"

"What the hell were you thinking, Wyatt Clark!? Did you plan on taking your life to put us into the damn trial!?"

"I...I..."

"Aww. You care about him."

They both spun around, finding Dagger leaning against the frame of the door. He was smiling like he'd just witnessed a comedy skit.

"What are you doing here?" Cassie snarled.

"Oh, I love them feisty!" Dagger exclaimed, his eyes brightening as he rushed over and hugged her, kissing the corner of her mouth. Cassie's eyes widened in shock.

Wyatt looked over to Dagger in disgust, but the sight of Dagger's eyes made him look away as the feeling over despair washed over him again. His eyes glanced over to the weapon wall again. Maybe that sword...

"Ahahaha! That worked! Maybe I should just kiss everyone to shut them up!"

Cassie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Don't even try it. Anyway, what are you here for? Can't you see I'm trying to convince him out of suicide like a good friend should?"

Dagger twirled around, in the same manner AlterAssassin did. "Part of the reason why is about Wyatt! I'm telling you guys your next motive, so meet me in the dining hall! Everyone should be waiting by now!"

Dagger left ahead of them, skipping down the hallways.

"I seriously wonder if that guy is mentally challenged," Cassie muttered. She turned to Wyatt. "Can you walk?"

"No," Wyatt said, "I'm too weak and sad."

Cassie held her hand out, sighing. "You'll be fine, big boy. Let's go see what's wrong with you." Wyatt took her hand tentatively, tripping alongside her as she walked briskly down to the dining hall.

They opened the door.

Dagger was at the head of the table, legs crossed. He glanced over. "Finally. Come sit!"

Wyatt slowly sat down, his eyes looking down at the table. Griffin smiled pleasantly. "Hello."

"What?" Crimson said teasingly. "Say that again?"

Griffin looked at her with big blue eyes. "I'm sorry, please repeat?"

Dagger cleared his throat, causing Griffin and Damien to yelp. "Well! Shall we get onto the motivation?"

Star grinned and stood up, kicking the chair in response and grabbing a plate of taquitos before slamming it into the wall. "Hell yeah!"

Cassie looked around. "What's going on to them?"

Dagger smiled and leaned forward, resting his hand on his chin. "It's not that bad. They've caught the Despair Disease."

"What?" Thane said, standing up. "What do you mean?"

"The Despair Disease," Dagger began, "is a virus that enters your brain and disrupts your state of mind. The effects depend on who you are, but mostly it affects how you normally act. For example, if someone who normally eats a lot caught the Despair Disease, then they would refuse to eat, starving themsleves."

Harmony looked at Dagger with big eyes. "So...they have side effects that are opposites from their normal selves?"

Dagger grinned. "Correct!"

Chase looked around like everyone was contagious. "It's...not true. This is so funny! Who caught it?"

Dagger stood up. "Wyatt. Star. Griffin. And, of course, Chase."

"No, I didn't!" Chase said.

"Star has become violent. Griffin is now nice. Chase is a liar. And Wyatt has caught the true form of the Despair Disease. He really feels despair!"

"So that's why Wyatt tried to do kill himself!" Cassie said.

"Never mind that. What's the cure?" Thane asked.

Dagger smiled crookedly. "I'm not telling you."

"Yo! Tell us!" Star grabbed the fork and threatened to stab it in his hand.

"This wouldn't be motivation if I gave you the cure! Like I said...if you want the cure, then kill someone!" Dagger laughed.

Wyatt broke down into tears.

"One more thing, Belmont." Thane said cooly.  "How do we get to the fourth floor? You wouldn't tell us. And Wyatt screamed for you, so tell us."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot!" Dagger exclaimed. "I forgot that I'm not supposed to tell you!"

"W–what?" Harmony asked.

"Here, since I'm a nice guy, I'll throw this little juicy tidbit to you! There are already two people who know what the fourth floor is! To add on, I'll just tell you that the clue to the entrance is in the manse somewhere! Ahaha! Good luck!"

Wyatt sniffed as he disappeared. "Is Dagger gone?"

Star broke another plate over Griffin's head, who smiled and said, "Thank you," as he blinked the shards out and dusted them out of his hair.

"I'm not panicking. What are you talking about? I'm totally not worried about my health," Chase muttered.

"Now's not the time to think about this," Sophie said, "We have to find the fourth floor. As long as they're not contagious, we should be alright."

"But...how do we know...if they're contagious?" Harmony asked tentatively.

"If one of us catches the disease," Thane said, "then we'll know that they're contagious."

Wyatt curled up into a ball. "This despair is too much," he murmured.

"We have to look around," Crimson  said. "Let's go."

And so, with the slightly depressing feeling lingering in their thoughts, the remaining guests left, all knowing the disturbing thoughts that there were four sick and two liars.

However, little did they know, one of the liars already had a plan to kill a victim they had their eyes set upon since the moment they came into the mansion.