When I got home, my aunt and mother sat me down on the couch. I sat their awkwardly as they chatted between themselves, seemingly wondering what they should do. It was too long until we heard a knock on the door, and my aunt went to go answer it.

               "Thanks for coming so late, Info Chan," I heard my aunt say, me immediately realising they were definitely going to follow my lead from now on.

                 Info chan senior sat on the couch as my aunt sat back down again, my mother nodding to the pair.

                   "Tell us what you know, we'll help as much as we can," my mother whispered, leaning into the conversation.

                     "Well..." I began, explaining all the research I had done, such as research about they're old principal and when the pictures were taken, as well as who edited the background images to the more modern ones.

!TRIGGER WARNING: GRUESOME DEATH MENTIONS!

                        It had all began with a man named James Watanabe. He was an immigrant from Britain and had adopted a Japanese last name, to not stand out too much. He was interested in a string of murders that were happening at a local school, Akademi High. He had heard them on the news, as over 20 female students were found dead, brutally murdered by things such as torture, being beheaded, stabbed in a weak spot on the neck, hit over the head with a shovel, you get the drift. His life goal was to discover who the culprit was, so he got some people involved. He caught the eye of the Shaikou family, who were also looking for the culprit as they owned the prestigious school it had been happening at. After discussing what they would do, the two new allies made a truce with one another, swearing the would crack down who the killer was.

                       My mother and Aunt's headmaster was the first to figure out who was doing all the killing. He had found out after a sloppy job form my mother, as she wasn't aware of the cameras, but swiftly learnt from her mistakes. My aunt had stabbed him through the heart after hearing this, making sure he couldn't tell a soul.

                      It seems like he miraculously survived the stab to the heart, maybe my aunt only just cut it, or had only cut a ribcage.  No matter what it was. My family was in danger, and so was everyone I cared about, and now I had people to help me out. Not normal people either, some of the most psychotic people living average lives in average towns in history.

                        We had a significant advantage.

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I actually updated-

Hello again

Sorry I've not been updating

I've been getting really into my original fictions at the moment, so I'm putting them first.

Also over 300 READS?!?!? What people actually want to read this?????

~Sponge