Wyatt and the others left, but not before they went up to Damien. His head was tilted to the side with blank, open eyes.

They all closed their eyes in silence, before Thane walked forward and took off his jacket, laying it lightly over the dead hitman’s corpse.

There was no sound in the elevator as it slowly went up. Everyone stood in stony silence, until Harmony broke the silence.

“Thane, I’m sorry for not believing you,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

Thane looked up from his slouched figure against the wall, and a small smile came on his lips. “That’s alright.”

Harmony nodded, biting her lower lip to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Thane sighed, getting up and walking to her, bending down to her level as he slowly embraced her. She cried in his arms, her body shaking.

Wyatt looked away as the elevator came to a stop, the doors opening. He stepped out.

“That was a hell of a trial, wasn’t it?” Cassie murmured next to him. “There were three potential culprits, and our contradictions weren’t strong. Yet, we got the right one.”

Wyatt looked at the computer in his hands. A computer that had been held by a murderer. A computer held by someone who had been alive not too long ago. He walked with the others to the dining hall, where he sat down, opening up the laptop.

AlterAssassin came on screen. “Yes?”

Wyatt closed his eyes. “Hey again, Alter.”

AlterAssassin seemed to get closer to the screen. “Huh? Where’s Lord Damien?”

“He’s...dead,” Wyatt’s hand turned into a fist.

The AI was quiet. In a tiny voice, he said, “I guess I’m just as much to blame. I helped him unknowingly.”

“It was unknowingly,” Wyatt responded, “It’s not like you were an accomplice.”

“I...I have to go. Goodbye, Lord Wyatt.” The computer shut down on its own.

Wyatt slowly sank down in his chair. He looked over to the plate of fruit on the table, and grabbed a handful of grapes, shoving it in his mouth.

Sophie sighed. “What time is it?”

Griffin checked the clock. “It’s seven at night, we have three more hours.”

“Well, this stupid trial wore me out mentally,” she said, “I’m going to bed.”

“Suit yourself,” they muttered.

Sophie got up, pushing her chair out, before she began to walk to the door. She put her hands out on the doorknob and tried to pull it open.

The door rattled, yet it didn’t open.

Star frowned. “What’s going on?”

Sophie tugged on the door once again. “It won’t open!”

“What!?” Griffin said, shooting up and striding towards her. He, too, pulled on the handle. “Crap! She’s right!”

"Ahahaha!" Dagger landed on the table again. "This is your new motivation!"

"What? Already?" Wyatt asked.

"I'm locking you guys in the room until one of you has the guts to commit murder!" Dagger grinned.

"Like hell anyone would do that here, in front of everyone!" Griffin snapped.

Dagger raised an eyebrow. "You'd be amazed at some of the creative ways one can kill someone without getting caught in plain sight," he said.

Wyatt ground his teeth together. "This isn't much of a motivation...Master."

"Oh, good that you remembered the deal." Dagger said. "Anyway, locking you guys in here is only half of my plan."

Chase bit his lip. "What's the other half?"

Dagger smirked. "No food."

"What!?" They all shouted.

Dagger nodded. "I know for a fact you're not deaf. You heard me. I'm starving you. So, you guys have two choices." He held up one finger. "One. You guys can refuse my motivation and die of starvation. Two. One of you can kill someone, which immediately gets rid of the food crisis, and then we hold a trial where you guys might get it right."

"If you put it like that, you're making the bad sound like the good." Star said.

Dagger shrugged. "I'm just laying out the facts."

"I hate Master," Wyatt mumbled.

"Save it, Wyatt," Chase said.

Dagger giggled and leapt off the desk, landing squarely on his feet. He began to walk towards the wall. Instead of running into it, however, Dagger walked right up at the ninety degree angle, completely sideways. “I forgot to mention. That fifth floor you want? It’s in here. I’m not telling you how to get to it.”

Wyatt growled.

Dagger tutted. “A mere servant like you can’t show any rebellion.”

“Yes...Master.” Wyatt looked away, pressing his lips together.

Dagger sneered. "Good that you know. Don't want to get beat, don't you?"

Wyatt paled. His hands turned cold and clammy. "No, Master."

"Thought so." With a snap, he was gone.

Griffin sat down in stony silence. "We're fucked," he said.

And for some reason, no one contradicted him.