"My, my, noisy spirits."
Misaki turned her head around, looking at the source of the voice. The man let out a sigh, and stared uninterestingly at the floating shotgun. His glance left it after watching it for a few seconds, but went back to the floating shotgun very quickly. His hand went to his eyepatch, and he peeled it off. With his other hand, he covered what had been underneath the eyepatch. "Can you ever keep quiet?"
He uncovered his other eye. Suddenly, a bright blue light came from it. Seeing how her ghostly retinas were unaffected from the brightness, she watched as the annoying spirit of the once-weapon-wielding man slowly disintegrated until it was no more. CLACK! The shotgun fell onto the ground harmlessly as the sound it made echoed softly in the corridor.
After the deed was done, the man quickly covered his once-glowing eye with his eyepatch before staring at Misaki. The two locked eyes for a moment before he said, "That eye I gave you, the Eye of Truth, remember? My eye is its counterpart. Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you kept quiet, or I'll do with you like how I did with him. And since you've played this game so well, I'll let you in on a secret."
A secret?
He looked around, making sure no one was around to hear the so-called "secret". Once he confirmed only she was there, he continued.
"I made a deal with one of the three remaining survivors, that I will grant them safe passage in exchange for the deaths of the others. It's highly likely that this person will reject this offer. The best part is, that, should that person refuse the offer, they die. And there's other stuff involved too, but that's all I wanna tell you right now."
... Well then. I wonder what will happen...
He flashed her a smile before walking away. Her eyes followed him as he slowly disappearing from her sight.
As soon as he was completely gone, she turned around with the intention of going back to the library to read. It was then when she saw a woman. Even with her pale, glowing spirit form, Misaki recognized who it was right away. Anne Scarlet.
"It seems he's been wrecking havoc on you all," she smiled. "He has no intention to ever solve my murder. All he wants to do is entertain his crooked and malicious wishes."
Of course. Why am I not surprised?
She continued, "I'm pretty sure you've had some hint of this, but I will tell you his true identity."
... True identity? You mean he isn't a sick asshole who likes to hold people hostage, make us solve a murder that he doesn't give a crap about and punish us when we don't do enough to catch a murderer?
Anne's eyes wandered around, seemingly making sure no one else was around just like the man had. "He is obviously not mortal, not in any sense. What he is, though, is a manifestation of man's negative emotions. He embodies wrath, malice, envy, and hatred. But he also represents sadness and loneliness."
Misaki knew that man wasn't mortal. It wasn't possible. But being a manifestation of human's negative emotions was not what she was expecting. Not at all. Though that would explain that sad look he had for a moment when he brought Gracie's brother back...
She let out a sigh. "I'm afraid he's gone too far with his illusions. There's nothing we can do, as spirits, but wait," she frowned as she crossed her arms. "The remaining three have already fallen into his trap. By tonight, it will be all over."
"Unless, of course, everyone here unites to overcome him..."
Misaki stared at her for a second before repeating, "Unite to overcome him?"
The woman nodded. "If you do that, then you can for sure beat him."
Silence filled the air for a second as the two spirits floated there. Suddenly, Ms. Scarlet broke the silence by saying, "I must go. A pleasure meeting you again."
As she gave a small wave, she began to fade away. Right before she disappeared completely, Anne gave a smile at the other spirit, though she didn't know why. After all, she was one of the many that had failed to solve her murder. But before she could ask why she had done such an act, she was gone. And that left Misaki in the passage. All alone.