"Hey! What happened here!?" Griffin shouted, running into the room. He sniffed the air before covering his nose with his shirt. "What the hell happened?" he repeated.

Wyatt fell to his knees. "Who would do this? Someone killed him! Someone...someone...someone...killed him!" he screamed.

Thane emerged into the death scene. "Calm down," he commanded in a low voice, "You've already seen two of them. You need to take this calmly, Wyatt."

"Did you think I wanted to see them!?" Wyatt clutched his head as he looked away from Torch's body, "Did...DID YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE ONE OF THE THREE TO FIND BOTH BODIES!?"

"Guys, step back," Star ordered, pushing through the crowd of shocked people. "We can't waste time. I know that you've had tough luck with finding the bodies, but we can't let this get to us. There's a trial and we have to get clues to win it. Harmony, Wyatt, lets do what we did before with Cody's murder."

Wyatt wiped the tears away from his face before he nodded silently.

"This meeting is over," Kiara commanded, "Let's go and investigate."

They left Wyatt, Star, and Harmony alone in the room once again.

Star looked around, examining the bloodstains carefully. "Wyatt, you were the first to come here. What happened?"

He stood up shakily. "There was a fire when I woke up. I smelled the smoke, so I went to go put it out. Cassie and Chase came afterwards while I was trying to douse the flames, and after the fire was put out..." he gulped, "We found Torch lying in the tub like this. We were using the water from the tub to put the flames out. The smoke made it too hard to see so we didn't notice that he was there."

Harmony walked over to the body of Torch, peering at him from over the tub. "I can't examine him in a tub like this."

Star motioned over to Wyatt. "Let's get him out then."

Slowly, Wyatt walked over.

"Grab his legs, I got his head. One, two, three!"

They heaved upwards, the water making Torch heavier than he actually was. After he was on the floor, Star rolled him over. Wyatt looked away from the body quickly.

Harmony walked forward. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, shaking her head sadly. "Someone obviously tried to strangle him, but he probably tried to fight back."

"Torch is the Ultimate Fire Eater, that could explain the flames that he used."

"There's also rope burns on his wrists. The various cuts on his body and the tear suggests..."

"A sword," someone said from the doorway. Damien stood there, his arms crossed. "A sword made that cut. I should know."

Star nodded. "Good work."

Damien walked into the room, looking around. "What happened?"

"You weren't there?" Star asked, raising her brow.

He shook his head. "I was talking to Torch while we were in the spa, and then I went to my room. I slept through the smoke alarm."

"I see," Star said, narrowing her eyes slightly, keeping her face passive.

"See you later at the Trial, I guess." Damien waved before he walked off.

"We have our first suspect," Star muttered. "Look how suspicious he was acting. He's always really nervous, but for some reason he seems calm."

Wyatt nodded shakily as he walked around the room, examining the blood stains. His eye caught something hanging off of the curtain rod of the shower. "Look here! A rope!"

Star walked over, taking it off. "There's dried blood on it. He must have been killed a while ago.  The fire was probably small but soon rose to large flames that the detector could finally sense."

"I'll go and investigate the first floor and the hallways," Wyatt said, standing up.

"Good idea," Star said. "Harmony and I will stay here to check for more clues."

Wyatt walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs to the first floor, suddenly stopping at the bottom step as he examined the rail. A part of the rail was almost pale white. It was a huge contrast from the dark mahogany color.

"Bleach," Wyatt realized, "The murderer must have gotten some bleach from somewhere..." his eyes widened as he rushed up the stairs once again, slamming the door to the science room open. He scanned the shelves in a frenzy before realizing a jug of bleach hiding in the cabinet behind the a row of poisons. He picked it up and sniffed it cautiously.

Instead of the strong bleach scent Wyatt expected, it didn't smell at all. Tentatively, Wyatt dipped his finger in, tasting it.

"Water," he said. "They did use the bleach."

He took the jug with him. Since it was half empty, it made it easy for Wyatt to sling it over his back. He went back down the stairs, stopping to take a picture of the bleached wood. He bit his lower lip, attempting to squint through the darkness for clues. Dagger had given him his number...but calling the mastermind of the entire killing games seemed weird.

Wyatt paced around, contemplating his options. In the end, he sighed in defeat, slowly dialing the number. His heart pounded in his chest as it rang twice, before the harsh sound of Dagger's voice asked, "What now?"

Wyatt gulped. "Ah...could you turn up...the brightness?"

He heard a sigh on the other end of the line, and Dagger hung up. A moment later, the lights in the hallway brightened, allowing him to see everything.

Wyatt walked slowly down the hallway, scanning the area closely for clues.

He came to a stop at Damien's room, looking down and jumping back slightly. Blood droplets stained the wood at the front of Damien's bedroom door. Wyatt snapped a picture in disbelief. Damien was so...timid. Could he have the guts to murder someone?

Wyatt went back upstairs to the weapon room next, noticing that a sword was missing in the very corner of the wall, way too high for anyone to reach. 

Erik came in as Wyatt was trying to figure out how someone could get up there. "You noticed, too?"

Wyatt nodded. Erik sighed, looking up at the high ceiling. "They must have some serious jumping skills if they can do that."

Wyatt decided to leave the room, frightened by the fact that he was alone in a room with an assassin and an infinite amount of weapons at their disposal. The secret that Dagger had told him had only made Wyatt even more nervous. 

He headed for Torch's room, slowly swinging the door open and glancing inside. Wyatt began to examine the place. He took pictures of the blood drops on the desk in Torch's room, before he caught a glance of something under the bed in the mirror.

Wyatt dropped down low, peering under the bed. His eye caught something shiny under the bed, and he reached forward, grabbing the clothed hilt of something. Wyatt coughed from the dust before getting up, blinking before he glanced at the thing he'd just acquired.

It was the bloody sword, most likely the one to kill Torch...and the one missing from the wall.

Wyatt stared at it in shock before coming out of his stupor. He went quickly to the dining hall, grabbing a large garbage bag and placing the sword in it. He shoved the phone in his pocket, grabbed the jug of fake bleach, and opened the door silently once more, heading out into the hallways.

As he was about to go up the stairs, the intercom crackled and squealed again.

Dagger winced over the intercom and muttered, "Damn it, that didn't fix this damn thing?"

Wyatt's heart rate spiked slightly in anticipation as he waited for Dagger to announce the dreaded words he expected. 

"Attention, everyone! Time is up! Please head over to the elevator on the first floor!" Wyatt heard Dagger chuckle before he said his last sentence.

"It's now time for the second Trial of Despair! Good luck, and have fun pointing your fingers at each other! Let's get this show on the road!"