Bryan's pov
I turned the picture over.
'We will be closer soon,' it read in black handwriting.
It's a confusing message.p
Did Molten write this? No.
His handwriting is more sloppy.
But this looks neat and professional.

I walked out of my room.

And I ran into Rhys.
"Oh, hey," He said through little sobs.
"Hey Rhys," I said, trying to cheer him up.
Then his eyes went to the picture.
"Freddy?" He muttered.
I looked at the three people in the picture.
"The cutie with long hair," Rhys said. "Where did you get that?"
"Oh, Molten found it," I muttered. "You can have it," I said, handing him the picture.
"Thanks," He muttered," It's beautiful to see his face, especially after that Monster blew it up." He said.

"Yeah, I still don't know why he would do it," I said.
"yeah, but he deserved it," Rhys said. "Harming my Freddy, I mean, he didn't even have a single scar on his body until then." He said.

Wait, not a single scar?
But the file said that he had scars that we're there for some time.
I drifted off In thought, and Rhys left.

I still have the file on me.
I opened it up.
And it showed the stab wound. But it also showed the scars.

Oh, my God. This isn't Freddy.
I ran into the dining hall. It was empty

"Glitchtrap!" I yelled.
"What is it?" He groaned, annoyed.
"You lied in your file," I said. "The victim isn't Freddy Harrison."
Glitchtrap looked offended but also nervous.
"Oh?" He said. "And why does that matter?"
"Well, if you lied about the victim, you probably lied about the killer as well," I yelled at him.
He started giggling.

"How about we make a deal," He said. "If you and the others unmask me, and figure out who killed the fake victim, then I'll let you go," He said, "But fail, and all of you get punished."

"Ok," I said confidently.