"No," Wyatt muttered, cutting through the shocked silence of the group. "Who...who would do this!? Dagger Belmont!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

The door leading to the staircase opened, and Dagger walked in like a king at a grand entrance. 

Dagger stopped and looked around their shocked faces, before landing on the broken computer. "Oh? The brat died?" he asked, amused. 

Star overcame her shock. "Did you do it, Belmont?" she asked sharply.

Dagger shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I told you guys that I'd do it later on. I kept my word on that. All I ever did was put the computer on the pedestal."

Griffin growled. "Prove it."

He nodded, waving his hand. A blurry image appeared, showing Dagger clearly walking to the pedestal and leaving, the computer lying on top. The area was quiet for five minutes, and then Wyatt gasped.

A shadow appeared. There was light from the window for a minute, which captured the culprit's shadow of a face. There was a hint of blue in the eyes, a flash of white from their toothy grin, and then the lights dimmed out. The audio was heard as everyone winced from the crashing sounds around. After a minute of black audio, the person removed what looked like a dark colored curtain from the window. The sunlight only caught the quick, pale color of someone's hand, before they left. AlterAssassin was in pieces. 

Dagger made a fist. The projection shattered into what looked like holographic triangles, disappearing once they hit the floor. 

"See? My eyes are red and silver. Besides, there's no point in hiding myself from you guys."

Wyatt clenched his fists. 

Star sighed, walking over to the shattered metal and keys. She picked them up, setting the pieces back on the pedestal. "None of us here has the magic to repair this," she murmured.

"I wish Erik was here," Chase blurted out. "And Isabell, and Torch, and Cody, and Kiara. I wish we hadn't killed each other and then forced to figure out whodunit."

"We all do," Thane said quietly. 

Harmony shook her head as she assembled the pieces slowly back together, forming the computer with obvious cracks. "Rest in peace, Alter. Guys, we can't do this. Everyone who died for us would say the same. We can't give up." She set her quivering jaw and looked at them in the eyes. "Let's explore the fifth floor."

Wyatt nodded. "She's right. Let's go."

The remaining guests left AlterAssassin, walking into the double doors. 

They gasped. 

The whole place was a factory. 

"Woah," Chase murmured.

Star closed her gaping mouth. "Let's go. We'll split up and explore."

Everyone split up in different directions.

Wyatt stepped forward, looking at the place in wonder.

He noticed the pile of completed robots in one corner. In several separate bins, there were boxes of metal plating. Wyatt walked closer, noticing the different sizes and thicknesses.

A sudden gust of steam blew into his face. Wyatt stumbled back, coughing. His foot kicked over a small box of screws.

Wyatt looked over to the robots. He slowly examined the metal, knocking on it with his fist.

The robots were eerily unresponsive.

Wyatt sighed, walking over to one of the few doors. He opened it, revealing a warehouse. Wyatt walked in, spotting some people. Griffin was in there. He waved Wyatt over. "Check this out."

Wyatt walked over, crossing his arms. Griffin pointed at the boxes. "These robots are different."

Wyatt noticed the weapons in the robots' arms. He frowned.

Griffin nodded grimly. "Look around this place. These mercenary robots are everywhere."

Sophie walked over, her eyes wide. "You don't think Dagger plans on taking over the world, do you?"

Chase kicked the robot he was standing behind. "Looks like it."

Wyatt clenched his fist. "Sick, twisted son of a gun," he muttered through gritted teeth. He walked to the exit and traveled to the back of the factory, finding the gated doorway to the sixth floor. Wyatt grasped at the bars, staring at the marble staircase. There was a sliver of light on the wall.

Wyatt let go of the bars, walking to the very last door. He pushed it open.

The room was dark. Wyatt stumbled around the dark. He blindly reached for the light switch, his hand knocking over something.

The light switched on, revealing shelves of wood, saws, and various building material. Wyatt looked at the box he'd knocked over.

It was a plastic box of sidewalk chalk.

Wyatt bent down, picking it up between his hands, his eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "The hell?"

Wyatt looked ahead. There, faintly printed on the floor, was a trail of dust that disappeared underneath a curtain.

In curiosity, he walked over, tugging on the rope that opened the curtains.

Spotlights flickered on the wall.

Wyatt screamed.

I got rid of it. Now, I've got her.