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Charles had just finished eating dinner, and was walking back to his dorm.
After Arei's trial, revealing Hu Jing as the culprit, many of the cast were falling into despair, having this result be so unexpected. So, in an attempt to cheer everyone up, Eden had organized a large gathering for dinner to bond everyone together. Everyone showed up, even Teruko, and this in turn caused half the cast to pressure Charles into it as well.
This whole ordeal was, in Charles' opinion, a terrible plan and waste of precious time. 'why bother,' he thought, 'when no amount of bonding or care will change the murders that have already happened? '
Charles was just walking past the movie screening room, looking forward to some good rest when he saw it. In the corner of his eye, a bright flash of blonde-pink. 'Whit!' he thought, scowling when he realized how he had immediately recognized the feature as Whit's, and then deepening his scowl at his enthusiasm towards the name.
He stopped in front of the door, silently cursing at himself for growing this attached to the Matchmaker, before promptly turning and waltzing through the entrance.
Before feeling his entire body freeze.
How could this be happening?
Charles couldn't believe it. Would not believe it.
It was far too soon after the last murder.
The trial only ended three days ago, they were only just beginning to recover!
He fell to his knees and stopped to take in the scene for a moment, before turning to vomit into the trash bin installed in the wall.
Before his eyes, was Whit. There was no mistake. But not in the way Charles would have liked to see him.
Whit was there, lying on the ground.
There was an empty syringe buried deep inside Whits arm, not inserted carefully, making him bleed significantly.
Apart from the syringe, Whit's eyes were wide open in shock, albeit glazed over slightly.
There was a kitchen knife sticking out of his chest, looking to have been made in a slicing motion across his stomach. This was causing a lot more blood to ooze than the syringe.
Charles could do nothing other than sit there and observe, one hand on the wall and the other covering his mouth.
Charles sat and stared. For how long, he couldn't tell you. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, all he knew was that Whit was gone.
Someone had taken him away.
Water was pricking at his eyelids, but he didn't notice. Tears had begun streaming down Charles' face, yet he still didn't notice.
He didn't notice when a figure came up behind him and screamed, and he didn't notice when another two people came over to the scene and cried.
No, he only noticed while he was being taken away from the scene, as he was, at first, forcibly dragged by someone else with gloves (Charles didn't care to think about who it was), and he only noticed as he was picked up by large, firm but gentle arms and taken away screaming, back to his dorm room.
Taken away from the despicable crime scene..
Taken away from Whit.