He was lying face down in the tub, one arm slung over the edge and the water surrounding him tainted pink with blood. 

What an ironic death for the Ultimate Fire Eater. What did the almighty creator think of sometimes?

There were numerous amounts of blood stains around the tub, and a bloody towel hanging off the edge of the hot tub nearby. 

There were cuts and scrapes all over Torch's body, almost like the person had decided to spend their sweet little time hearing his screams. The majority of the blood was coming from a large gash that went around his neck like a noose. His wrists were red and raw, covered in smaller scrapes. 

"Oh, God..." Cassie whispered hoarsely, just as Chase leaned against the wall and vomited.

Wyatt could only stare at the dead body in shock. It had only been...what? Around two or three days since Isabell and Cody left them?

Now, someone else, an innocent person that Wyatt had chatted with just twelve hours ago. He vaguely remembered that it was about Torch's fear of water as well. Now he was gone, and had joined the side where Isabell and Cody stood in a bloody mass of an ironic death scene.

"Ding dong ding dong! A body has been discovered in the spa room! You will have a limited time before we conduct the Second Trial! Hahahaha!"