No one cared when he walked down the halls, quiet and passive as he always was. No one wondered; what was behind that half-hearted smile that shone like a shy grin?

He took careful steps, making sure his feet turned in unsurely, his spine bent to give the impression of imbalance. He reached the classroom door that he hated seeing the most – it was the worst nightmare of his senior years, like a door to hell it stood between him and the empty room.

He looked from left to right – no one had followed. No one ever did or would.

He pushed the door open and eased himself into the classroom. The door shut itself behind him, quiet and discreet.

The hallway stilled in the very next second – the door had never moved.

At the centre of the empty classroom, surrounded by clusters of empty chairs, sat the grade's most popular girl. Her expression was sour – she had been waiting for over three hours since school had ended. She was alone... With all but a book to keep herself company.

She looked up. "Okay, let's get this over with. This proje—"

The screech of a chair momentarily scraping tiles, a tabletop shivering upon a disturbance and hurried, yet quiet shoes stalking on marble tiles... Then a forced silence.

Muffled screams decided the sixth mysterious murder ever since the new kid's arrival.