[Existential Charactism Log]
[Week Date: Monday, 7:11 am]
‐Involved Representations:
Wyne Kylie = Alive
Location: Wandering around the Entertainment District of the Hotel.
Margaret Sensha = Alive
Location: Just left the clinic on Monday morning.
-Grand Minister:
Yuri Calypso = Alive
Location: Standing in front of a certain dorm in the dormitory area of the hotel, in shock.
Koby Frantzes = Alive
Location: Currently landed on Dumai Port Dickson, Malaysia and is about to board a military helicopter.
-Prophecy Beings:
Symbol of Loneliness = Alive
Symbol of Connection = Alive
Location of both individuals: Inside assigned dormitory.
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Influence of Vanity, Trizha Frantzes = Alive.
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In the midst of the event that happened yesterday, all students were so focused on the heavy weather that no one noticed what happened in the dormitory. Unfortunately, little to no students were in the dormitory yesterday afternoon, as most students were focused on purchasing proclaimed accessories needed to prepare for today's Prom night in order to enhance the vanity of their appearances, making the suspense of notice of a dead body in a certain dormitory to last longer than intended. And when it did, Yuri Calypso — The Founder of the La Luna Sangre Hotel — was the first to discover a disturbing crime that was left hidden since yesterday…
She stood before the frame of the door that led the inside of the room, her intense, shocked gaze staring down on a brutally murdered young woman that's laying down on the floor face first, her own hands shaking in what seemed to be a sign of anxiousness before suddenly clenching her fists hard and gritting her teeth in pure, innate anger and rage of such sight beholding in front of her eyes.
"Sorry for the loss, boss." said by a detective hired by Yuri's assistant, who walked past behind her while patting her shoulder as he approached The Assistant. "Any hints or evidence regarding this recent incident?" The Assistant asked, nervousness filling up their faces while holding a bunch of documents that contained information of the said victim.
"Unfortunately, no. The killer seemed to have left no evidence at all… what a clever old hook." The detective says as he sighed in exhaustion after spending almost two hours straight investigating the cause. Of course, it resulted in nothing.
The Detective glances towards Yuri by his shoulder from the back, curiosity getting to him as he watches her shaking slowing down and her expression calming down slowly as time passes by. Despite her hair covering her eyes, he can tell that she is slowly acknowledging the fact that the hotel has been infiltrated, especially in its most final days of its assigned events. He then turns back on the assistant who is looking through the folders of the minors that have been murdered.
"No clues… yet you claimed that the incident happened yesterday afternoon. Poor children…" The Assistant then lifted their head to look at the detective in curiosity. "Hey, are you sure you checked the CCTV right? No signs of the killer?"
"There is, and I told you that already. The only problem is that they were wearing a black cloak to cover their identity." The detective responded glances back and forth from Yuri to the assistant, while the assistant sighed as well. "...I see. I just didn't think that it'd be the two of them who have died." The Assistant said as they turned on Yuri as well, as Yuri lifted her head off the first body, and stared at the second body—it was Zackier's dead body, who was sitting lifeless on a chair with a knife in his hand while carrying several stab injuries all around his torso, similar to what had happened on the young woman.
The detective clicked their tongue in frustration as they responded with "It seems like that kid killed himself, but that is not going to help dealing with solving this incident either… it raises questions instead; why in hell would he kill himself? But here's the twist—he didn't kill himself, because there's no way a child would end their lives by showering their body with a knife." The detective said, as he took out a photo that shows the knife directly. "Not to mention that the knife isn't sharp either, so that must've been very painful."
The Assistant stared at the photo for a moment, before opening one of the documents containing Zackier's personal information. "Indeed… the CCTV footage you were saying proves just that. But it also bugs me that this document is fresh and looks new, but that's probably not going to help investigating this situation, I guess…" The Assistant muttered as they closed the document and looked back to the Detective again. "Should I make a call to the police? Simply hiring you in secret just for this case was helpful, and no disrespect but I guess letting the police department investigate this incident would be much better."
The detective just shrugged and laughed it off to the Assistant's request accompanied with a bold remark, patting their shoulder as he said "No worries. The more, the merrier. And besides, I had the same thought because I knew there was no way to solve this riddle if there were no hints to begin with." The Assistant then carries the documents under their shoulders, taking notes of the detective's expressed thoughts before taking out their own phone to finally call the police. "Alright… just give me a second and tell the police about this. Hope they can further increase the progress we made in this incident.."
The Assistant said while the Detective leans into the Assistant's phone to casually whisper in their ears. "Also tell them to call the ambulance on their way here. We ain't got the right materials to deal with bodies of the victims." The Assistant nodded and took notes of that request in their mind. "Noted. Now… all we need to is to lend in evidences–"
All of the sudden, Bam. A very loud thud is heard that startled everyone around the dormitory that are involved with investigating the crime. Both the Assistant and the Detective slowly turned to look at the location of where it happened with shocked looks in their faces, and to their surprise…
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They noticed that Yuri Calypso herself had punched and destroyed a portion of a wall out of silent rage.
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The Detective leaned closer to the Assistant's ear to whisper something; "Hey, quick question… Your guards told me that the door was locked before Yuri discovered the incident… How did she unlock it?"
The Assistant gulped as they hesitated, before whispering back while stuttering at the same time; "A-actually, she didn't 'unlock' it, more like she kicked it open… at t-times like this, whenever she's upset… she silently crashes out in a way nobody could expect."
The Detective's eyes widened in shock at the revelation of the extent of what Yuri Calypso could do, slowly nodding as fear slowly build-up inside him, his composure momentarily broken at the feat—she broke that wall with bare hands after all.
Suddenly, Yuri turned at the two with a menacing stare, startling both the Assistant and the detective once again as they are directly faced by Yuri's might. And soon, she muttered a few words in a deep, cold tone that The Assistant could state only happens when the Hotel has been infiltrated, or in other words, Interrupted.
"No one will be hearing about this. Hear me? I'll cut your ears off if you don't…"
Both individuals instantly nodded fast out of fear from Yuri's words, as the assistant instantly turned off their phones from calling the police, which was only about two clicks left. At the same time, Yuri leaned away from the wall and turned around before approaching the guards who were involved with investigating the matter, as she raised a finger against one of them and spoke in a demanding tone.
"You, tell every single guard in my establishment to grab a gun, take a walk around the hotel, and search. The killer is still out there. Find them and bring them to me, and I will torture in the La Luna way for ever taking a step in my hotel…"
The guards nodded and shouted "Yes Ma'am" in response before disappearing to tell other guards about their orders from Yuri. Meanwhile, the assistant sighed in relief that Yuri didn't crash out any further since he knows that incidents similar to involving the hotel often led to Yuri destroying absolutely anything around her. Sure, as seen before, they can talk back-to-back with her but not when she's like this.
"You."
But just when the assistant thought it was done, he was startled for the third time when Yuri called him out, instantly lifting his head to hear her out. Meanwhile, Yuri inhales, before rightfully saying "Tell the friends of the victim that I executed her for stealing my lunch." Yuri said nonchalantly, as the Assistant's eyebrow twitched in irritation and muttering; "Yeah, I'm telling them nothing."
Yuri's eyes narrow dangerously against her Assistant's response, lifting her arms and crossing as she tries to stand defiant against them. "What did you say?" She says, as The Assistant grew more irritated and decided to respond back by saying; "I can yell the words for you if you want. Trust me, I'm in the mood for karaoke." The same time they said it, Yuri became irritated as well, but the mention of karaoke got her riled up. "Count me in…" Yuri said before turning around and taking her leave. Meanwhile, The Assistant humps mock victoriously, getting ready themselves for a karaoke contest with the founder, whilst the Detective stares at the Assistant with concern.
"He's messing around with an 'upset' founder… No, knowing that they are her assistant, they probably know that she's not upset when she's fooling around. Hmph, that settles it I suppose." The detective thought as he watched the Assistant prepare themselves to take their leave as he prepared his own as well. But before the two can leave, the Assistant got a thought in his mind and decided to express it to the Detective; "H-hold on, Mr. Detective. I have a question." They said as the detective turned to them with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Did you check the dead bodies?"
The detective stared at the assistant for a moment, taking thoughts of that question. After what seemed like forever, the Detective nodded as a response before saying "Yeah. I checked their bodies alright. I only observed them though, that's all I need to gain evidence rather than a direct contact." The detective says as the assistant raises an eyebrow at the answer, wondering why he didn't check the bodies directly as well. But he just shrugged it off as he thought that maybe it's not that important after all since most detectives often only need glances to solve ridiculous mysteries.
Soon enough, both people left and the dormitory area was left empty, but of course, not without locking the hotel room's door first so that no people who passed by would take notice, and later would clean the area out by noon. However, inside the room, Zackier's lump, lifeless dead body… started breathing again and he slowly lifted his head and opened his gleaming red eyes with irises that look like glass that has been shattered, truly a sign of freedom over the usual Benevolence… and so he grinned widely and held the knife tightly that he was holding this entire time.
"...Detectives who have touched a dead body and detectives who haven't have different methods of solving the problem. But I find it idiotic to only 'observe' my body. That's the problem with those who refuse to live with disgust."
He said, and then the light flickered and suddenly he was gone in an instant. Nowhere to be found, not even leaving anything behind but the dead he left behind.
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And so, once again… cuts to the scenery—same world, same tragedy, all over again. Before was inside of a restricted and peaceful house, and now inside a certain dormitory of a super hotel. Within, is a young teenager of sixteen with an average height, with long and wavy blond hair that shines brightly like trails of sunlight as given by the dorm's windows, and a potential beauty when done right, except, she looked… Not childish, but rather… more tragically matured than ever.
Laying flat on the bed in the middle of the morning, sleeping silently and snoring soundly in a soft way, it was fortunate that this time, she no longer has to worry about being unable to sleep peacefully without her mind suddenly bombarding her with regretful memories… memories that happened very recently. It all happened too fast, after all.
But in advance, she instantly woke up and sat up from her bed immediately, her eyes glancing around to look for a "clock" as if she was in panic. After finding none, she realized that it was just her imagination that an alarm clock had woken her up from a deep slumber. But she also realized her surroundings and recognized where she stands, letting out a deep breath of relief after making sense of where she was—no wonder there was no alarm clock. She is currently living in a hotel dorm, not her home…
She swings her legs for it to fall down from the bed as she slowly stood up from the bed since she just woke up. She would usually yawn dramatically, but she just yawned lightly in a more silent way. And usually, she'd hear her adoptive mother screaming for her name "Trizha" and telling her to come downstairs immediately, which in either cases could lead to her either being late for school or missing breakfast after reaching a mere 10:30 am.
But this time, she heard none, and that made her feel confused for a moment but soon decided to shrug it off eventually. Yet, there are still some odd similarities but still the differences; she can smell food, an oddly familiar smell that makes her purple, barely 'blank' eyes widen widely. Nostalgia hits her, her thoughts specifically pointing out to someone who's a cook in her home but that's probably just… someone else entirely.
She makes one step forth, and then another, and that third step allowed her to take notice of a common hotel mirror right beside her as she turned her head towards it. She sees herself, dry and lame unlike before; full of energy. But still, all is fortunate. Starting today… She takes a break for enduring everything that had struck her back for her actions.
Indeed she had taken a break… but at what cost?... correct, herself. She thought.
She opens the door of her bedroom and exits, her hand lingering at the frame of the door until she lets go of it. All she had in mind was the cost of her break time—of ending the conflict, she lost herself. She lost herself, and everything else. She became withered. She became withered. She became withered. She became withered. She became withered. She became withered. SHE BECAME WITHERED. SHE BECAME WITHERED. SHE BECAME–
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"Don't worry, you haven't lost yourself."
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To her surprise, a large hand covers the top of Trizha's head. Her eyes widened even more, perhaps wider than it was moments ago. The touch of this hand… warm and gentle, as if it was willing to send comfort. She slowly lifted and tilted her head up, and her "blank" eyes grew to see him, Nomoro Ketatsuki, standing right beside her with a soft smile on his face.
"I can still see you."
He said, as he soon let go of her head and walked away to continue sweeping the floor using the broom in his hands. Meanwhile, Trizha stares at Nomoro from behind with a now brighter than blank expression, but suddenly smirks in a way that's considered 'greatful'… "That's right…" she said in thought, as her smile grew a little wider as her legs began to move and her body started to follow Nomoro. In each step she makes, remembers what he did for her yesterday… how he covered her with an umbrella when it rained, how he handled her in her lowest, and how he had forgiven her in a way that shocked her despite everything she did… and so, she had decided on an acknowledgement;
"...I shouldn't be worrying about lingering in these 'naive' and negative thoughts. I abandoned myself, and so what? As long as people like him can still "see" me… I am still here."
That's everything she had in mind, as she follows Nomoro into the kitchen with respect and liking of him in her face. A few seconds after that, they finally reached the kitchen. Nomoro is still sweeping the floor as usual, but what caught Trizha's attention was food on the table; a perfectly well-done and well-cooked omelette rice. She was surprised at the sight of such a delicacy, almost drooling before she shook her head and turned to Nomoro with intrigue as she said; "Since when did you know how to cook this well?" she asked as her body moved on its own to grab a chair and sit down at the table with food in front of her while Nomoro followed suit and sat down at the other side of the table, his expression soft.
"A few years ago, but I can't quite remember the exact date." Nomoro responds as he watches Trizha grab a spoon and start taking a bite of the omelette, her cheeks blushing at the taste of the food, as much as she tries to handle the intensity of it. "...You chose a food course, didn't you?" Trizha suddenly asked, her head lifting up for Nomoro to answer. "I guess so. People see me as a 'skilled young man' or something like that. But I did try new dishes and started training for them." Trizha nods intriguingly while taking another bite.
She then suddenly sighs and puts down her spoon, her eyes looking down on the table, refusing to look directly at Nomoro. "...This must be our first, real conversation… is it?" Trizha says in a shy tone, getting a bit awkward of her own words as Nomoro raises an eyebrow and responded with;
"Not really, we had it when you first came up to me and told me to collab–"
"N-no, no! Don't you dare remind me of what I did to persuade you that day!" Trizha says in a desperate tone and raises a finger to cut off Nomoro with embarrassment in her face. Nomoro then grins in amusement, crossing his arms as he leans back. "You get embarrassed by your own actions?"
"I thought you understood "me"—so you should've known that being an Influencer was only a decision and not a personal desire." Trizha says furiously as she grabs the spoon and starts munching her omelette aggressively and recklessly while Nomoro watches and laughs softly. "Fair point. But…" Nomoro smiled as he made a pause of his words, then followed with; "...that also proves something."
Trizha stops eating aggressively and recklessly when she hears Nomoro, slowly down her eating as she lifts her head up to look at him in confusion.
"Prove what?"
"You should've already known." Nomoro says, leading back more.
"But I don't know!"
"That's your problem."
"Tell me!"
"Not a chance."
"Please…!"
"Still no…"
"Are you reconsidering? You're definitely reconsidering!"
"Not. A. Chance."
"Ugh!!!"
Trizha groans in defeat as she makes a big dramatic sigh, before looking up to Nomoro again in frustration. "...is this a déjà vu? Feels like we already had this part of the conversation…" she said, as Nomoro just shrugs. "Beats me." He follows, and Trizha just rolled her eyes and said; "You're more annoying than when that one classmate of mine kept asking me for my crayons back in elementary days…" She says in annoyance, but then, she leans back and smiles teasingly. "But hey, at least you're finally showing some personality other than just being a wise, old gypsy. Heh, and people call you a demon…"
"Hey, don't forget that you were one of the first to call me that." Nomoro responds, getting a little bit annoyed himself because of Trizha's own cluelessness. "Am I? Or what, you're gonna call me the opposite? Please do so, I'd love to be called an 'angel'~" Trizha says teasingly, taking advantage. Well, recklessly. Nomoro huffs, as his expression suddenly becomes intrigued, unfazed by her teasing this time. "Huh, so this is how you and your 'friend' Wyne get into fights…"
And so, hearing the mention of Wyne's name caused Trizha to pause and freeze at the statement for a moment. For a while now, Wyne hasn't been mentioned to her… and a slight mention of her name, or anything that rhymes with it, would backlash Trizha; Her eyes started going pale and she leaned away slowly, remembering the times she had treated her best friend badly…
"Hey, Nomoro…"
Nomoro's eyes widened as he heard his name on Trizha's lips, looking down at her and waiting for her to speak. "I'm taking a "break" now, right?" Trizha says, her voice soft and gentle, perhaps vulnerable. Nomoro nodded in response, knowing what's happening and choosing not to speak. "Well… while I am now trying to make newer, less selfish choices, I should… I should definitely start making a change." What she said, as she moved her hand and rested her chin above her palm.
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"I wouldn't do that."
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Trizha's gaze immediately turned to Nomoro the moment he said those words, intrigue and confusion fueling her up as she asked herself questions such as "why doesn't he want me to change…? Taking breaks are usually meant to be taken advantage of when claimed…" she thought, indeed, it was strange of him to suddenly tell her to prevent 'changing' when she needed it.
"Change is natural, and you are rushing it."
He followed, and those words confused Trizha even more, now causing her to raise her eyebrow because of that. Rushing it? But 'now' is the time for it, isn't it? Why not now?
"But I'm taking my break, doesn't this make it the right time?" Trizha says as she removed her hand from her chin and looked directly at Nomoro. "Indeed it is, but still, you are rushing it. As I said before, change is natural—you don't force it to come to you just because something bad happened." He responded, looking down at the table and entwining his fingers while Trizha responded back.
"But the 'bad' part is already done, isn't it?" She said, but Nomoro shook his head in disagreement but also had a thoughtful look on his face. "Yes, and no. And besides, that's not the point. The point is that you are 'rushing' change to come to you." Nomoro then extends his hand to grab a spoon before moving it to Trizha's late to grab a spoonful of her omelette until he takes a bite of it, slowly eating it, letting the taste 'come' to his tongue and receive the flavor, all while making a last explanation in one sentence; "In order to change is not to expect it, but to let it happen."
Trizha considers Nomoro's words carefully, before nodding in agreement and making sense of it. "Alright then, just means you're telling me to be patient about it." she said casually, leaning from the table. But then, a thought came into her mind with a glint of her eyes as she turned to Nomoro with a glare. "Also… where did you get THAT information from me and… Wyne, that is. That we, you know… fight each other because of my teasing?"
Nomoro raises an eyebrow to her question, finding it awkward since… "We're in the same class section… you two do it often." After that, realization comes down to Trizha's face after hearing that. "O-oh…! Yeah, yeah… same class, haha…"
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An hour later
"It all came too fast, all of it. An hour just passed, and suddenly, we were given an announcement to prepare for prom night… I wasted a lot of morning time sleeping, now there's almost nobody in the dormitory except us. Damn it, I'm getting worried…"
Trizha's mind said as she left the room with outdoor clothes, feeling more refreshed than ever yet miserably annoyed. The announcement came all too sudden, and that caused her to panic before realizing that the Prom night is 'night' time. Now she is walking in the corridors and leaving Nomoro alone in their room but not without notice. From what Trizha remembered, she received a call from Mother Claria a few days ago where she tried to tell her that she had someone to deliver her prom dress into the hotel, in which Trizha previously ignored that day, but she eventually paid attention to it as of today when Mother Claria sent her a virtual message instead… which Trizha also ignored previously.
And as she looked back to how she recklessly ignored that message that day, she became furiously embarrassed of herself and also felt a little regret for ignoring her own mother. She hated how she did that just to amuse her "ex boyfriend", and now she lives to expect punishment after the La Luna Sangre Hotel vacation week event has ended and goes home to meet face-to-face with Mother Claria. Her mother is surprisingly caring and kind to her, but strictly cruel when she deserves it… and the funny part about that is that Trizha DOES deserve that strictly cruel punishment.
She sighed worriedly at the thought as she turned to a corner and continued her drastic journey in walking around the corridors until she left the dormitory and went to the "pick-up" area where visitors or parents left some stuff for their children in case they will be needing it in the hotel. But as she made her way into the nearest exit, she suddenly stopped from her tracks, stared front at forth, and her eyes grew wide as a girl with long black hair, in door clothes accompanied with a dark blanket covering half of her body vertically, started approaching Trizha with an intense and dark atmosphere surrounding her.
Trizha gulped in fear, her voice left completely speechless at the sight of a "ghost" in front of her and is slowly approaching her slowly with heavy intensity, and Trizha can't even see her eyes because her 'bangs' were covering it. But soon, confusion suddenly started forming in her as she realized that the atmosphere this ghost girl is giving is very familiar and… very similar to Sadako. And so, realization hit her, and she smiled softly.
"Long time no see, Margaret."
Alas, the sadako girl took one more step and that was enough to reveal herself—it's Margaret who appeared, a surprising meeting with an old friend. "For your information, we only separated for three days." Margaret remarked, but she also formed a small, soft smile on her face after seeing Trizha for a while. Trizha nodded in agreement, while counting the amount of days they were separated. "Friday, Saturday, Sunday… and Monday. Nope, that's four days." Trizha responded, but Margaret shook her head in disagreement. "Friday doesn't count. It counts as the day we last saw each other, the rest says otherwise." Margaret responded, as she stopped near in front of Trizha with a fuzzled yet emotionless look in her face that is definitely unsettling if you add her sadako-like bangs.
"And also, this is unexpected—you were supposed to act miserably dramatic by now, breaking out of nowhere just because I existed in your sight." Margaret followed, as Trizha looked at her in mocked fear, swatting her hand and saying; "That's creepy to imagine, but I'm way past that right now, ever since…–" Margaret suddenly cuts off Trizha by responding with "Nomoro came and saved you? I can already tell." Trizha raises an eyebrow at that response and places her hand on her hips. "So you already knew what he did to me yesterday?" She said, and once again, Margaret shook her head. "No, it was just a guess, but you proved that my guesses were right anyways. But beforehand, your reaction to my appearance was still unexpected…"
Margaret then crossed her arms gently, still feeling like her arm was still dislocated even though it isn't anymore. "And even if I already knew of Nomoro's appearance to save you yesterday, I would still be surprised by your unexpected reaction… After all…" Margaret's gaze lifted up to stare at Trizha's expression; an expression that was as calm as a storm-freed ocean, like a damaged boat that survived all that storm. She found it… genuinely unexpected.
"...You weren't supposed to look as 'usual' as possible. No, you seemed more mature."
Margaret smiled, but it was still a fuzzled one as she tried to analyze Trizha yet again. "Honestly… what happened to you within these three days of separation that made you look… like this?" Margaret thought, curiosity drowning her as she wanted to know what happened to Trizha. It was all… too sudden for her. She tried to analyze Trizha and find out the truth herself without Trizha needing to recite it, but she couldn't find anything. In fact, the Trizha in front… no longer felt like the same Trizha that saved her that day… or was it? Because what she feels about this different Trizha… felt like it happened in a good way. But before she could even finish her observations and analysis, Trizha spoke.
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"Matured or still an idiot, I'm still Trizha Frantzes either way. And I'm still here, growing."
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And suddenly, Margaret's analysis faded away in an instant, and she was left speechless at Trizha's own speech. And for the first time since the day she was saved by Trizha, she instinctively smiled and chuckled silently, feeling proud of the same person… who made her feel this way for the second time. "...I see. But for confirmation, do you have proof that you are still as you claimed to be?" Margaret asked, expectations dawning on her face as she observed Trizha's movements once more, and just as she predicted, Trizha nodded. "Yeah, I do have one proof…" Trizha then slowly reached for her bag, opened its zipper, and reached for something.
Afterwards, she turned back to Margaret and walked closer to her and handed her something. Margaret lifted her head down along with her gaze and looked down at the object given to her. And to her surprise… it was another thing she would never expect in a million years—and tears started welling up her eyes as she held the object with both hands while Trizha slid across Margaret to walk away with a big, cheerful smile on her face. "I'll leave that to you for now, I have to go and get my prom dress. See ya." Trizha says before running off to take her leave. But she suddenly made a stop and turned around to look at Margaret one last time.
"Also, Margaret… Thank you for giving me a visit. I really missed your funny, dark humor."
Her final words for Margaret, before she turned around and left for sure, as Margaret slowly turned in the direction where Trizha disappeared with tear-shed eyes of… happiness. And so, she muttered; "Wyne… If you are serious about this, maybe you should change your mind."
She said, and she turned around to make her leave as well… with a picture of Trizha, Wyne, and Herself inside of a frame in her hands, holding it in a way she would consider it… a lifetime treasure.
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After a while, Trizha managed to make it so far in the corridors, only a few more turns to the corners and she would soon leave the dormitory area, unaware that she just ran past a certain room a second ago… and the moment she disappeared, employees hired by Yuri Calypso walked out of a corner and started advancing their way into that certain room with face masks on and white gloves… and so they opened its door with the key, and the same dead body of the young girl from earlier was still laying flat on the floor. The only difference is… the other dead body wasn't there anymore, the one that was sitting on the couch.
One of the employees, the one that unlocked and opened the door of the room, took out a walkie talkie and muttered to it. "Employee Kevin reporting—Body of Zackier Morkator has disappeared. I repeat, his body–" He said, before he cut off when the person he's talking to suddenly cut the call. And that person was… Yuri Calypso herself. She stood in the CCTV room with The Assistant, the hired detective, and a few guards. After cutting off the call on purpose, she hurled the walkie talkie away which definitely annoyed The Assistant because that was THEIR walkie talkie…
"As expected. He disappeared without a trace… Now I wanna learn that magic trick." Yuri said nonchalantly, almost apologetically, and that annoyed The Assistant to the point of scolding her. "There's no time for nonsense, Yuri! We're in a middle of a secret crisis–"
"Blah blah blah– tell 30% of our men to guard all students and teachers in the entire campus, 65% to start searching for the murderous brat in the entire campus as well, and the rest of 5%... prepare and come with me to the entrance. That man is nearby, I can feel his presence." Yuri followed after cutting off her Assistant, her face immediately going serious after her last sentence… "Who? The 'murderous brat' Zackier?" Says the Assistant, guessing it was still the right person. But no, Yuri scoffed and shook her head before turning to everyone inside the room, and says;
"Nah. Koby Frantzes is."