The night was still burning.

The remaining survivors watched the burning tomb from the distance, some fearful glances were exchanged, but words yet remained to be seen.

There was a series of soft cry from Doges, as Creaking quietly patting her head.

5, 10 minutes passed, seeing something needs to be done, Lots spoke up:

"I am sorry to say this."

Everyone looked to him.

"But now that the mansion have burned down, we will have to camp outside for the night. And the killer is most likely still in the forest."

"No shit Sherlock!" WW commented.

"How about we just sleep here at the outer edge of the forest? The fire can provide light." Despacito pointed out.

"Good idea. That's my gf." Lots said.

"No. You're just dumb."

Doges who has been crying the whole time, let out a small giggle.

"Well camp here at the outer edge it is. We can cover ourselves with leaves or something." Lots said.

"I will offer to stand watch." Alex said.

"Thank you." Lots gestured.

The group went to the outskirts of the forest and gathered some leaves. Then proceed to lying down in the tall grass.

And there lots found himself quickly slipping away into dreamland.

10 Remaining?

Q: Who do you think is the killer?