Crimson was tied around her stomach. There were stab wounds everywhere on her body. Her hair was hanging down, and blood dripped from a spot on her head and pooled down to the floor below to her face.

One arm was outstretched, like she had been trying to grab something. There was a bloodstained knife just out of reach from her spread out fingers. The other arm was bent and tied to her stomach, and twisted in a grotesque way that clearly showed the broken bones.

Her neck was also bent at an odd angle, with a long stream of blood traveling across the diameter of the room. It was connected to the large pool of blood below her body. From Wyatt's position, he saw tear tracks on her cheeks.

There was a bloody mannequin nearby, a face carved in with a smile a doll would have. The mannequin's stomach had a carved message, with blood filling the indentations the knife had made.

You were a beautiful muse.

And, sitting in the midst of the chaos and destruction, was Thane, kneeling at the mannequin, a knife in his hand and blood on his body, with tears flowing down from his face.

Wyatt felt the despair wash over him in a dizzying wave as he collapsed and blacked out, but not before hearing the announcements.

"Ding dong ding dong! A body has been found in the maze! You all have a limited time to investigate before we conduct the Fourth Trial! Ahahahaha!"