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Turning around, I saw that I was in an empty room with four beds, one of which was rumpled, and a window looking out into a forest in the distance. The rain had lessened to a drizzle, and the lightness through the clouds indicated that it was day. It seemed my piece had been moved again.
Once again, there came knocking on my door. “Doctor? Doctor, are you awake? We’re in the eye of the storm now, I think. You said you wanted to know?” It was a young woman’s voice, and not one I’d heard before. I opened the door, and there was Jessica Ushiromiya. Her eyes were a little red and puffy, like she’d been crying. From what, I wondered.
Then something clicked. “Wait, the eye of the storm? Doesn’t that hit the second day?”
She looked at me, confused. “What do you mean, Doctor? It is the second day of the storm.”
I frowned. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The witch had been right that I knew what happened past midnight on the second day. I’d looked into the Rokkenjima Incident, at first to get a glimpse of what might cause a Probability Void, but then because I found the tale and the subsequent theories fascinating. Based on everything I’d ever found out about the truth of the incident, Jessica should be dead by now. Yet here she was. That could mean that Beatrice had stuck me on one of the wild probabilities, that did not link to the proper end, or everything I knew was wrong. Either way, I would have to disregard what I knew and treat the mystery fresh. She’d found a way to level the playing field, whether the witch knew it or not.
“Oh, of course, yes, silly me,” I said, trying to give a disarming smile. “Thank you for telling me. Um...sorry, my memory is still having issues. Do you remember why I wanted you to tell me when it was the eye of the storm?”
“You said that we were going to go as a group to check on the servants and my father at the mansion.”
“Right! Right, yes, at a time of less rain and greater visibility that would be good. Ah, why aren’t we all together, though?”
Jessica frowned. “Father said it was his job to make sure the mansion was checked, since all the other adults in our family are...are…” It looked like she was going to burst into tears, but then she clenched her firsts and looked angry, instead. “Why did she do it, Doctor? Why did the witch kill them?”
I reached out to place what I was hoping was a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Jessica, we are going to find this killer, and we are going to stop them. I am going to keep you safe.” I hate giving hollow promises. I hate lying. The end of this is fixed, though. Jessica would not survive past today.
Heading downstairs, we rounded up the others in the guesthouse, which consisted of Battler, George, and Maria. Battler and George let me know that all the windows and doors had stayed securely locked, and no one had left. Together we left the guesthouse, with George locking the door behind us with a master key. We walked through the rose garden on the shortest path to the mansion and knocked on the door. After a couple moments, a servant that I thought was Gohda answered the door.
“Oh thank goodness. We cannot find Krauss! Did he come over to get you?” he asked.
“No,” said Jessica, alarmed. “When did you last see him?”
The elderly maid Kumasawa started coming down the stairs from the second floor. “Possibly about 30 minutes ago? He said the servants were to go over this mansion again, the parts that were generally open. He was going to go over the Master’s Study, the VIP Room, his room, Natsuhi’s room, and his study. Gohda and I were trying to find him to let him know that our searches were done, and we knocked on every door, but they were all locked and there was no answer. We opened up his room and Natsuhi’s room, and they were empty and locked down, but we can’t get in the other three without their specific keys and we were debating what to do when you all came.”
“Take us to them, I can get us in. Trust me,” I said to that, feeling the trusty weight of my sonic screwdriver in my pocket.
Though they were confused, they agreed. Starting with Kinzo’s study, I pulled out my sonic, excusing the whirr as ‘an advanced lockpicking tool I carry with me.’ Much to my surprise, though, Kinzo’s study was apparently deadlock-sealed, which meant the lock was done in such a way that my sonic screwdriver wouldn’t work on it. We’d need the key, and the servants told me we didn’t have that, as Krauss had taken the room-specific keys. Frustrated, I moved on to Krauss’ study. On that, my sonic worked like a dream. Afterwards, we moved to the VIP Room. They both seemed to be empty.
“I’ll go see if Shannon or Kanon saw him,” said Kumasawa, hurrying off as fast as she could manage.
I considered asking where Genji or the other family members were, but I was afraid of the answer. I walked around the room again, noting the decor and the lack of dust. “What’s with this room? Who used it?” I asked Gohda, as I watched the kids file around inside of it as well. By their looks, it’s not something they got to routinely see either, including Jessica.
“It was to be kept in good condition, by Kinzo’s orders, but no one used it. It is called the VIP Room because we always assumed Kinzo was saving for...well…”
“The witch,” finished Jessica, seated on what was apparently the witch’s bed. “Grandfather’s not here, Gohda, you don’t have to worry about making him sound as crazy as he is. And he really is, to believe in something like her.” She shook her head and stood, going over to a small bookcase that was there. She ran her hands over the spines of the books, reading them, then gave a small shudder, gripping her arms like she was cold. “Yep...crazy…” she muttered.
Gohda bowed. “It is not my place to say, truly. If you’ll all excuse me, I am going to help Kumasawa look.” So it was he left, and I was back to keeping an eye on the cousins. George had his arm lightly around Jessica, and Battler came over to me.
Keeping his voice down, he spoke. “Look, Doctor. Our parents are dead. All of them, except for Krauss. We need to save him, for Jessica.”
All of them. That included Eva. Unless it was just an assumed death, then that meant we were officially off the rails on this board. “I promise you, I will do my best,” I told him, giving him my most sincere look. He looked me in the eyes in return, and nodded, turning back to the others. How many friends had I lost after saying that exact phrase? Sighing, I went over to the bookshelf that Jessica had been looking at. The titles all seemed to be about black magic, the occult...I actually know that one’s author… Nothing particularly exceptional about them, though. Likely from Kinzo’s collection.
That’s when I felt something like an ethereal touch brush over my cheek, a touch that was soft and cold, and for a moment I thought I heard a quiet wordless whisper in my ear. I shivered, and I felt goosebumps like Jessica undoubtedly had. Was the witch messing with me? I suppose something like that would be within her influence… Shaking my head, I turned and looked out the window, and I saw Gohda heading off through the grass into the trees.
“What is he…?” I asked quietly, before bolting down the stairs, followed shortly by four very startled cousins. Kumasawa was standing in the entryway, along with the young maid, Shannon. I called out to them, “Where is Gohda going?”
“He figures that if Krauss isn’t here, and he wasn’t with you, then he must have gone outside,” replied Shannon, timidly. “Kanon just left to follow him so they won’t be attacked, and Kumasawa and I are going to check out the rose garden, staying closer to here.”
I ran my hand through my hair. It was a solid assumption, but I didn’t like it. I hadn’t had a chance to look at those already dead so that I could satisfy myself that they weren’t actually out there in the forest, waiting. “Alright, fine. More eyes are better though. George, give Battler your key. Battler, take Maria and Jessica back to the guesthouse-”
“Not a chance!” shouted Jessica, getting in my face. “He’s my father, I’m coming with you!”
I considered holding her off, but another look at her glare made me realize I didn’t have a chance. I’d seen that look on some of my companions before.
“Alright, fine. Battler, George, and Maria go back to the guesthouse. Jessica, you’re coming with me. I need you to tell me where your father could have gone.” With that, we split up. Jessica offered a few places, such as the docks, the shed, and the chapel. At that last, I remembered what I’d overheard Krauss saying. “The chapel. We should hurry, too. If the search isn’t done by the time the eye has passed, it’ll get a lot harder.”
Exiting the mansion, we followed a winding forest path. Although I’d said we should hurry, the monsoon rains had made the ground muddy and difficult to walk through, so it took us several minutes to make it there. Finally we came upon the building, and I wasn’t disappointed. The few pictured I’d seen failed to do it justice. There, right above the archway, was that famous phrase. Which meant, beneath our feet… Still, we had more pressing matters to attend to, and so we began shouting for Krauss. We tried to peek in through the windows, but being stained glass it was hard to make out much. No reply came from within, either. I took a moment to examine the ground around the chapel. The rain had washed away a lot, but there were some footprints, to be sure. Not all the same person, judging by their sizes and depth. Some much deeper than others, which suggested something heavy, or a very heavyset person, or both. The fact that they were pressed into the muddy dirt also showed that it had happened after the rain had begun. Jessica had made the full loop around the chapel by that point, and so we approached the door. I was working to get the right setting on my sonic screwdriver when Jessica stopped me.
“Doctor, do you hear that?” she asked.
I paused and listened. Very faintly, I could hear someone calling out for us. Putting my sonic away for now, I stepped away from the door and looked down the path.
“Doctor! Jessica!” I could now hear it well enough to make out that it was Gohda.
“We’re here!” I shouted back. I could finally see him coming around a curve in the path. He slipped and tumbled, but got back up and kept running. Realizing something was amiss, or rather more amiss than it had been, Jessica and I started running towards him. We met at the edge of the clearing.
“Krauss….by the shed…” he began, gasping. That was all it took. Jessica was off like a shot.
“Jessica!” I called, chasing after her. Doing a quick glance back at the poor servant who now looked more like he’d served pigs in a sty, I saw him bent over, panting. He saw my look and waved me on. I really didn’t want to leave him, but Jessica was a higher priority, in my mind. Save the young, they have so much potential. Even though they were both doomed anyway… “Jessica, wait!” I called again.
Thankfully I have a lot of practice running, so I caught up to her in the rose garden, and she guided me to the shed in question. It was down another path from the rose garden, wrapping a little behind the mansion and hidden in the forest. Shannon and Kumasawa were there, looking at something scarlet. They did their best to shield Jessica from the sight, but her scream of anguish confirmed what I already knew was likely.
His body was in a shallow ditch, a little shorter than he was, lying face down. The ditch was filled with rainwater, unsurprisingly, and was deep enough to have the water, or very thin mud, to be probably more accurate, cover his face and most of his ears. The back of his skull had been run through with some kind of gardening stake, something long enough that I couldn’t easily dislodge it from the ground beneath. Trying harder than that seemed more disrespectful to the dead than just leaving it be, and I honestly didn’t want to risk Jessica’s wrath. ‘Beaten to death by a Japanese schoolgirl’ was not something I wanted on my list of deaths.
“Gouge the head and kill,” whispered Shannon, as she came back from comforting Jessica.
“Are we at that point already?” I asked, and I couldn’t keep the depression from my voice. That meant eight, now 9 had already perished under my gaze. I supposed the math added up, with the people I hadn’t seen yet.
“Yes,” she replied. She was silent for a moment, then said, “Krauss’ back, it’s still wet too...He must have been out here in the pouring rain when he was killed, otherwise it would have been dry due to the eye of the storm..”
I focused my gaze on her. Of course Shannon would notice that. Anything goes on this board, right? Is she the culprit, trying to point out her alibi, or an ally, pointing out a truth? Oh Agatha, where are you when I need you? For now, I nodded. “Solid theory.” Standing, I looked around. I wasn’t any kind of crime scene expert, but I figured I needed anything I could get. We were standing near a run-of-the-mill garden shed, if one on the larger end of the spectrum. It had a vertical sliding door, which was padlocked shut at the moment. On the outside were a few things that would not mind the weather, like bags of fertilized earth, large clay plant pots that had been empty and were now filled to the brim with water from the storm, some long garden hoses, a wooden-handled shovel…
“That shouldn’t be out in the rain…” I mumbled, walking to the shovel. Looking it over, I saw fresh dirt on the blade. Looking back over at the body, I noticed a small messy ridge of tossed earth about three or four feet away. “Oh, I am thick! I’m the bleeding mayor of Thicktown!” I ran over to where Jessica was now sitting, her back against a clay pot, in a dry patch of grass that Shannon had found for her. “Jessica, I am sorry, I am so very sorry for your family. I promise you, though, I will catch the person who did this. They’ve made a mistake.” She looked up at me then, her eyes filled with some unknown emotion.
At that point, Battler and Gohda appeared. Kumasawa looked over Gohda. “Are you all right? Were you attacked?”
“Only by a slippery patch of ground,” said Godha, grimly, as Battler walked over to the body. Giving it barely a glance, he came over to Jessica as well. “I heard the scream,” he said quietly. He didn’t say anything further, just gently gripped her arms and pulled her to her feet. I noticed the trees were beginning to shift and sway.
“No, no, no!” I said, trying to stave off the witch and her storm. “I’m not done here yet!” The strong breeze did not lessen. “Blast! Fine! Does anyone know if this ditch was here yesterday?”
“Kanon would,” replied Shannon.
“It wasn’t,” said Gohda. “Kanon and I came out here yesterday morning and this definitely wasn’t here then. Was someone trying to dig a grave for Krauss out in the storm?”
“Who though?” asked Battler. “We were all in the guesthouse, and you all were in the mansion. Did anyone else slip away with Krauss?”
“I haven’t seen Kanon,” I supplied helpfully, glancing at Shannon.
“I have, he was with us in the mansion,” said Kumasawa, quickly.
“Then...it couldn’t have been any of us…” said Jessica, quietly. “The outside world was a closed room…”
Nearer than we expected, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. I saw a wall of rain approaching. “We’ll discuss it later. Back to the houses, everyone!” Everyone else started down the path at a quick jog, but I wanted one last look at the corpse.
“Doctor, are you coming?” shouted Gohda.
“Go! I’ll catch up! There’s something I need to check!”
There was another flash of lightning.
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