"Jade?" He called for his friend, his voice replete with confusion and worry. He didn't understand why this was happening. Though he knew what he would find, as it was inevitable, Dave continued to call out for her, clinging to his last shred of hope. He had been walking, but now his pace sped up to where he was running down the halls and opening the doors as fast as he could. He reached up to push his shades up, only to find them missing; the boy didn't care, though. Not at this point. Almost reaching the point of giving up, Dave opened one final door. Doing so revealed his friend laying on the floor, her black outfit darker and wet with blood. There was a bloody knife laying on the floor near her dead body. Unable to do anything else, Dave stared at her dead body. After an incredibly long moment, he began to feel tears pricking at his eyes. He chocked on them and slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall.