"Alright~" She smirked again, despite blood was trailing to her cheeks. "I happened to past by a body who was headless. The head was neatly placed on the ground, and the its eyes were still open. The body's clothes were smeared in blood. I hid that body along with the head somewhere in this school, but I won't reveal the location."

"You--"
"That's enough! The rest is a mystery then! Time for execution~" Momo interrupted Atalanta, as it hit the red button with its paw.

"No--" The receptionist got interrupted by vanishing.

I got up, and turned my head to the screen. It appeared that she has been crucified to the wall, and she was screaming while trying to break free; but to no avail. Then a huge quantity of acid was thrown all over her.

This is making me cringe.

She screamed again, due to the hot, acidic liquid. Well, at least she knows how I felt. The screen then turned black.

Yeah, Karma will always get back at you.

"Okay! So the other mystery will be solved by you all! I'm giving about 4 hours! Good luck! Trololololol~" Momo let out a deep, hollow laugh before disappearing.

We silently walked out of the room, and took the lift to the first floor.

"Atalanta. Where was that room you've talked about?" Electra asked, turning her head to Atalanta.
"In the second floor. The hallway was really old, and there were some dried blood smears on the wall. If you walk deeper into the hallway, you'll find a room that's locked." She replied, and cringed as the thought reached her mind.
"I see." Electra replied, before turning to all of us. "Anyone wants to volunteer looking in the second floor?"

Everyone else just nervously looked around. I simply stared at the ground, battling with myself if I should volunteer or not.

"I'll go." Flare broke the silence.
"Very well. Do you need a partner?" Electra asked.
"No. It's alright." She shrugged. What's in her mind?
"I see. Go ahead then." Electra said. Flare nodded, before walking away. I wonder if she knows something we don't.

"I forgot to mention that there were few odd rooms in the third floor." Chiyoko confessed.
"Chiyoko.." Electra groaned, as a mark appeared on her forehead.
"I'll go." I volunteered.
"Fine then. Go ahead." Electra replied. I nodded, and walked away. I left them to their discussion.

I took a lift to the third floor. Paul followed me, and he stared at me during in the lift.

"Stop staring at my soul. It's creepy." I spoke.
"Sorry." He mumbled. I could have swore I saw some evil glint in his eyes.

As I reached to the third floor, I brushed off the trial room. I then headed towards the hallway. It seemed dirty and there were specks of dirt. I cringed. I couldn't stand it.

"Clean freak, aren't you?" Paul asked.
"I suppose so." I replied.

I continued walking, and there were graffiti spray paintings everywhere--either poems or lines. But something got my attention, a smudged paper taped to a door.

I peeled it off from the door, and picked the paper by the corner. There were ink letters, but it was smudged. I was still able to make out the words.

"Blades are your best friends and enemies."

I opened the door, and it made a creaky sound. Why was this letter taped to the door? Who did it? What's the meaning behind these words?

I entered, and I cringed at the view in front of me. There were old, vintage furniture, ripped curtains, a broken ceiling fan, and a huge portrait. I stepped closer to take a look at the portrait. There was a man and a woman standing beside each other. The man wore a tuxedo, while the woman wore a simple, delicate dress. The portrait was dusty, and was ripped by the corners.

"These are the original owners of this house." Paul spoke.
"I see." I nodded, as I ran my fingers through it. I then ran my fingers on the wall. It was rough, as if it has been cut through by scissors or a knife.

I looked in the drawers, I didn't find anything, except particles of dust. I felt hopeless.
Why did the letter mention blades? There weren't any blades here.

Oh wait. The ceiling fan.

I couldn't use the chairs to get up there. The chairs were broken and dusty. I stared at the ceiling fan, trying to think of a way.

"You want to check the ceiling fan?" Paul asked, breaking my concentration.
I nodded.
"Get on my back. I can float." He motioned, as he crotched down.
"Fine, but if you dare to peek, I swear I'll rip your limbs apart." I threatened, as I got on his back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he started to float. I don't know, but I feel awkward putting 'float' into my sentence.

I checked the ceiling fan, and sure enough, there was something taped there. I peeled it off, and motioned to Paul that he could get down.

As he did, I released my grip from him. I took a look at the thing I found. It was a photograph.

A photograph of the body we were searching for.

But why was it Atalanta's body?