Where...am I?

That's right, I think...I was murdered.

Yeah...

I wonder who did it?

Who's that silhouette in front of me? Isabell? Torch? Maybe...Amanda?

At least I have friends on this side too, I guess.

Maybe...if I just wake up...?

Wake...

"Wyatt, can you hear me?"

Hey...that's not anyone I know who's dead...it sounds like...

"Wyatt? Wake up!"

"Wake up! Don't die!"

He was jolted awake as someone suddenly grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He felt his brain rattle in his skull and a wave of pain washed over him. "Wha...?" he murmured.

"Oh, don't do that, his wound is bad! If you shake him around it will reopen, Griffin!"

"Oh! My bad. Wyatt...you still alive?"

He made an attempt to say something. "My...head...hurts..." His throat felt like it was glued shut. His stomach burned with pain. 

"He's alive!" Star exclaimed. "Harmony...thank you!"

"It's nothing. But...this will be pretty bad for him."

Wyatt opened his eyes slowly. His eyesight blurred before clearing up as he stared into Griffin's face.

"Man...I'd never been happier to be alive and witness your ugly face," Wyatt attempted at a smile.

Griffin grinned. "If you weren't handicapped, I would've beat the living hell out of you."

Wyatt tried to sit up. There was a twinge in his gut that caused him to cry out and fall back onto the pillow he was lying on. "What's...that pain?"

"Wyatt, you shouldn't move too much," Harmony said, her face in a worried expression.

"It hurts like the demons of hell are crawling out of my intestines!" Wyatt screamed.

"Ew," Star muttered. "How morbid."

"Yes, Wyatt, you got stabbed brutally with a sword," Harmony said. "That's why it hurts. You lived, somehow...I'm guessing it's your luck?"

"Who stabbed me?"

"I don't know either. You were lying against the bookcase covered in blood, with the victim tied right above your head."

"Hmm...wait...what? Victim!?" Wyatt shot up in bed. The wound protested as blood began to soak the bandages wrapped around his waist. Wyatt winced once, throwing the blankets off as he attempted to come down from the bed.

"Ah, please don't do that! You'll die from blood loss!" Harmony cried.

"The body...how long has it been since I was out?" Wyatt managed to ask, teeth gritted.

"About two hours. Harmony works fast." Star answered. "What are you planning?"

"What about the trial?"

"Dagger postponed it. He said you had to recover first and said that the killer did a good job covering their tracks, so we needed the extra time to examine clues."

"How many clues did you get?"

"Not a lot," Harmony sighed. "The body was hard to get down, and you were next to him lying in a pool of blood. I haven't gotten the time to perform an autopsy yet."

"Who? Who's the victim?"

Star looked away as Harmony bit her lip, looking down at her shoes. "Erik died this time."

Star sighed as she nodded. "You need to tell us your recollection of what happened, Wyatt. Do you know who tried to kill you and maybe why they did?"

Wyatt suddenly felt empty. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, no..." Wyatt muttered, pacing around the room. "Here's a big problem. I didn't see who attempted to kill me."

"Well, if the victim died and you were there, wouldn't Erik be the person?"

"Yes...but..." Wyatt thought for a minute. "I don't feel like it's Erik. Can I investigate, Harmony? I might be able to find clues that will help me make sure Erik is the person who tried to kill me."

"Sure," Harmony said. "Just remember, Erik's body was hanging when we found it."

"Alright," Wyatt agreed, opening the door before stepping out. He headed out into the open hallways. His gut twinged at the loneliness and depressing ambiance of the first floor.

Wyatt headed to the third floor, sweating from the effort of going up as he made his way up the stairs.

He went into the central room, opening the door to Kiara's special room.

There, he was met up with the most horrifying scene of Erik; the Ultimate Assassin's bloody, gruesome, and dead corpse.