Spencer, Jonni, Tyler, Fabien and I enter the main, grand library in Downtown Syracuse. At once, we find a bunch of people milling about the lobby, unlike the streets outside. Bewildered, we walk deeper inside. We head toward a series of small tutoring and reading rooms and walk along a pathway that runs between the first shelving unit full of books and the wall with the various rooms.

Soon we come to the end and enter a blue beaded curtain. Inside we find the room vacant. We pick a computer and before we can even make a move, the screen blinks to life with a chat popping up.

"That was dirty to call the cops, Tyler Katalin. Eventually they'll get what they want. In fact, I've tapped into the entire Syracuse region of computers! So play along smartly, little hockey boys. And I might as well go ahead and start signing as, Hannibal Hacker now, since you know the initials stand for my serial killer name."

"Hannibal, read my lips," Fabien blurts out, leaning toward the top of the computer they've picked out. "Stay away from my beautiful face, you sick bastard!"

"Fabs," Spencer growls out, pulling him back.

I take command of the computer, 'x'ing out of the chat with a shake of my head.

"Dead Individuals," Jonni remarks as he reads what I am typing into the computer.

I spin to look at him and sarcastically remark with a smug grin on my face, "I'm so happy that you can read English, Finn."

Jonni gently pops me on the shoulder.

I pull up a search engine and navigate to the familiar Tor Network. It's no use fretting over or worrying about the computer getting hacked as it clearly was already taken over by the madman serial killer.

Once successfully on the Dark Net, I proceed to type in the website name as: 'deadindividuals.onion.' Then I hit enter and a website slowly comes up with a page that looks similar to Wikipedia.

In the search engine area, a new website name appears instead of the one for Dead Individuals, reading: 'murderfactsandtips.onion.'

There are various people in pictures on this site, posing with a dead body -- most likely their victim -- like how a hunter might pose with a fresh kill they are proud of. To the right and left side, as well as underneath the images, there is text.

I scan the words, finding that it mentions statistics of the killer shown, the type of weapon used, the stats of the killer, how many kills, masters in knife, gun...and etc.

"We should show this to the cops!" Tyler remarks. "This could be beneficial for them.

At once the page vanishes and a '404 Error' message cuts across a blank white page. Site not found.

After another second, the chat window pops back up. 'Just digging a deeper hole, huh Tyler? You go to the cops with any of this information, you won't be able to. As I said previously, I have control over the entire city of Syracuse. With one click, I can send an email to any person I want. I can visit any house, apartment, building, whatever I want to. And surely, in one click I can delete a webpage with no history or backup.'

Tyler gulps and looks down at his feet. "Nevermind then..."

"So why bring up or show us the page?" I ask the computer.

Dots appear in the chat before another messages replies with, 'Because, Radim Raddysh, I wanted to boast about my kills and expertise with weapons, but alas Tyler has ruined this for me. I don't play around with words. The second you mention cops, I delete and there's no getting it back. That website is now gone to the Deep Web, boys.'

Jonni spins around and whacks Tyler in the stomach. "Good going, Katzykins. Idiot."

'Instead, let's send you on your next adventure, shall we? This is gonna involve you meeting some of my murderer buddies I've met through here. They were on the website, so unless you got a photographic memory, this is going to fun for you chat with them. Maybe learn about torture techniques...after all, I believe it was Fabien who called me a sick bastard. You're about to see just how sick I am.'

"No thank you," Fabien pipes up, shaking his head back and forth. "Not interested. You have some Disney movies linked to a site here? I need some happiness."

'Heh-heh-heh-heh, good one, Princess. Tell me, is life a fairytale for you?'

Fabien folds his arms across his chest. "Not really. I just enjoy the stories and the happy endings."

'Well, I hate to break it to you, oh wait, no, I LOVE to break it to you, sweetheart, but not all endings are happy in the real world. Take for instance the college student or the little boy and his parents...?'

"That's because you killed them!" Fabien snaps at the chat.

'Yeah, see, a nice sharp, jagged knife being dragged across your neck sounds like a happy ending to me!'

"Whoa! Okay!" Tyler growls, grabbing Fabien's wrist. "I think that's enough. What's the next adventure?"

There is silence.

The chat remains silent.

Everyone stares at the screen, expantantly.

Then the chat's dots begin, followed rapidly by a link appearing for another website for them to visit: 'twistedonionsforum.onion.'

But at that moment, a group of people enters the room eyeing them. I watch as the chat vanishes and the screen flashes to black.

"Hey, aren't you the sick sniper for the Storm," one of the people, a sixteen year old blond kid with a floppy bowl hairstyle, remarks, pointing at Spencer.

Spencer sighs and nods his head. "That I am."

The kid walks over to him. "You're so amazing on the powerplay. I'm actually learning hockey myself and I was curious how you get such accuracy in your shot?" His eyes sparkle with interest and excitement.

"Absolutely! I'd love to give ya some tips and advice!" Spencer replies, shocked by the enthusiasm from the kid a little bit.

"OMG! It's Fabien LeBeau-Boulet!!" a teen girl screams out, racing over to him. "Tell me, honestly, how do you get such fabulous skin complexion and beautiful locks of hair?"

Fabien smiles at her and tosses his head back. "Well..."

I stand up from the chair, pushing the chair back in the process. Jonni stands at my side. "We don't have time for this!"

"Right! I wanna know what this Forum thing is!" Jonni tacks on, clasping his hands together.

"Jonni," I scold, slapping his thigh.

"If you were Tyler slapping my thigh as Fabien..." Jonni begins to whisper hiss at me.

I shoot him a deadly glare. "Shut up."