Mia and Jenny climbed up the stairs to the third floor. They could hear the distant voices of the others. Mia looked at Jenny, concerned. She hadn't said anything in a while. "Hey," she said in a caring voice. "You okay?"

Jenny looked at her. "Yeah…" she answered and looked away. Mia knew she was lying, but decided not to pressure her for more. "So, I say we search one room each at a time, and we also gotta stay together," Mia said. "Sound good?"

Jenny nodded her head slowly. Mia wanted to suggest to her to just wait downstairs, but she didn't want to leave her all by herself, and quite frankly, she was too scared herself to be on her own. Mia stepped into a large room, while Jenny continued down the corridor. "Just call out if something happens!" Mia called. Jenny gave a sound that Mia took as a yes. She looked over the room. It looked like an old playroom, with old billiard tables and tables for playing cards. There were also throwing darts by the wall, and Mia picked up one. It was rusty, but still usable. She positioned herself a few meters from the target and took aim. She took a deep breath and threw the dart. It flew through the air and hit the target straight in the middle. A bullseye! Mia was surprised. She hadn't expected much, but it had taken no effort at all to hit it. It was like it came to her naturally. Mia couldn't remember being any good at throwing darts. But on the other hand, she couldn't remember anything. Maybe it was beginners luck? She picked up another one and threw it, this time from a further distance. Bullseye! She raised and eyebrow and picked up another one. That one hit the middle as well. Mia couldn't help but smile, picked up the fourth one and backed even further away. She took a deep breath, putting all her energy and focus on hitting the target. But just as she was about to throw it, the floor creaked behind her. Mia flinched, threw the dart and turned around. Her heart was racing and adrenaline was rushing through her body. The creaking had come from the doorway, but alas, no one was there. Mia tried to calm herself. "Had someone been there?" she thought. She kept staring at the doorway, like she was waiting for someone to show up. But, no one came. Mia took a deep breath. "It's just your imagination," she murmured. "There was no one there. Your brain is just messing with you. It wasn't rea—"

She froze mid thought. A cold shiver crept down her back. The dart she had thrown had landed on the wall. Normally, there was nothing wrong with that. Maybe she was still calming down from the shock. The morning sun shone through the window, casting a shadow of Mia on the wall. The dart had landed exactly in the middle of where Mia's head was. Mia could feel goosebumps crawling on her skin. Could this really happen by chance? What are the chances of the dart landing on her shadow's head? Mia shook her head. "No!" she thought. "You're being stupid! It doesn't mean anything! You head is just playing tricks on you!"

She looked over the room. There was nothing else there, no point in searching for anything. Mia turned and walked towards the door. Just as she was about to walk out, she turned her head. The dart was still on the wall. Looking at it filled Mia with anxiety, so she closed the door and walked further down the corridor. She could see Jenny in one of the rooms, searching in a large box. "Find anything?" Mia called. Jenny raised her head from the box. "Nothing notable," she answered and continued to search through the box. Mia nodded. She looked down. Her legs were shaking. She took a deep, shaky breath, before walking into the next room.

Amanda opened the front door, followed by Scout and Irina. The slight breeze in the wind moved the branches on the trees, making them dance in the wind. Amanda looked up, staring up at the trees towering over them. They stood tall, taller than the mansion itself, the dense branches making it so that sunlight didn't touch the walls of the mansion, painting it in a dark shadow. Scout looked through the widows of the house, spotting a few of the others. Irina turned to face the other two. "So, what's the plan?" she asked. She was clearly trying to keep a straight face, but Amanda could see something was bothering her. Amanda didn't know how to explain it, but there was something about Irina. It was like Amanda could read her. It was a strange feeling. Amanda was ripped out of her thoughts when Scout spoke up. "Well, it's like Fjord said," he answered. "We just search around for any clues or anything useful."

Amanda nodded, her mind in a different place. Irina looked like she wanted to say something, but decided not to. Scout continued. "But let's stay in each other's sight, it's dangerous to be on our own, alright?"

Irina and Amanda nodded. "Alright then, let's get searching," Scout said, turned around and walked on into the circle of threes. Irina sighed and walked on after him. The atmosphere was understandably a lot more stiff and awkward than it was yesterday. Amanda followed the other two, examining the forest floor. It was littered with branches and dead leaves, but nothing else was down there. Amanda really didn't see any point in searching outside, but continued to walk from tree to tree, scouring the ground for anything noteworthy. Time passed and nothing of of interest happened. Amanda was getting cold and looked up to see how much area they had left to search. Her heart dropped when she saw that they'd barely searched one fourth of what they were supposed to. Amanda searches around for the others and spotted them. Irina wasn't that far away, while Scout was almost at the edge of the forest circle. Irina's eyes rested on Scout. Amanda had a feeling something was going on between them, considering how Irina acted towards Scout. Actually, now that Amanda thought about it, it was Irina was acting strange towards Scout, while Scout remained oblivious to it. She was always hesitating, blushing, smiling, giggling, and she always looked at him dreamily. Well, more than the rest of them at least. Amanda examined Irina more carefully. It was hard to tell at a distance, but Irina's eyes looked sad and stressed. Her movements were awkward and her head hung low. Amanda narrowed her eyes and started to make her way towards Irina. When she came up to her, Irina didn't seem to notice her, her eyes still resting on Scout. "Hey," Amanda said in a kind voice. Irina flinched and turned around. "What?" she answered in a sharp voice. Amanda was startled by her tone, and Irina clearly regretted speaking so sharply. "Sorry," she said in a low voice. "It's just… you know, this whole situation."

Amanda nodded. "It's okay, don't worry," she answered. "We're all under a lot of stress."

Irina looked down. "Thanks…" she said. The two of them walked in silence, the sound of the trees dancing in the wind surrounding them. "So, how are you holding up?" Amanda asked after a few silent moments. Irina looked at her. "What do you mean?" she asked. Amanda stopped. "You don't look all too well, there's something bothering you, I can see it." she answered. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

Irina looked like she wanted to protest, but then sighed in defeat. "It's just horrible what happened. Opal was so friendly towards everyone, and that someone killed her is just… horrible."

Amanda nodded, her eyes resting on Irina, who stared at the ground. "And that house makes me so anxious, I feel trapped in there. The air is so dense, and the halls are so cramped. Being in there makes me miserable, and now we're stuck here."

Irina's voice cracked and Amanda took around her shoulders. "I know it's horrible," Amanda whispered. "Opal was so kind, it's horrible what happened to her. All of us hate this place the same way you do, I can see it in their eyes."

Amanda looked straight into Irina's eyes. "But we will get out of here. The murderer must've come here somehow. It's only a matter of time until we find it. And if we stick together, no one is going to harm you."

Amanda could feel her own eyes heat up, but kept herself from crying for Irina's sake. Tears formed in Irina's eyes. She tried to sniff them away, but they kept on coming. Amanda pulled her in for a hug, and the two embraced each other on the empty forest floor. After a bit, they pulled away and Irina wiped her eyes. "Thank you," she said, and a hint of a smile came across her face. Amanda smiled and the two of them continued walking. After a bit, Irina said. "I don't think we're gonna be able to cover a lot of ground by sticking this close together. Otherwise we'll be here all day."

Amanda nodded and the two of them split up, walking in different directions. Amanda walked for a bit, searching the ground. There was nothing but dirt and dead leaves, scattered all across the ground. Amanda sighed. There was no point in searching out here, it would take forever. But then, something caught her eye. A few meters away, among all the dirt and dead leaves, stood a lonely green flower. Amanda stepped closer, curious why this flower was here. There was barely any sunlight and really cold. The closer she came to the flower, the weirder she felt. She walked in a trans-like state, her eyes ensnared by the flower. When she was almost right next to the flower, she felt incredible pain inside her head. Her environment faded out of focus, the green flower the only thing that remained visible.

Amanda looked around her. Flowers surrounded her as far as the eye could see, a single path leading through them. The sky was clear with not a single cloud in sight, the sun shining brightly over the field. Amanda walked along the path, even if she didn't know where the path lead. It was like something was pulling her. The flowers were of all kinds of colors, orange, pink, cyan, green and many more. It was beautiful.

"Where am I?"

Amanda continued along the path, not stopping to admire the many flowers. She only just now noticed that she was wearing a white dress, which flapped around in the wind. She kept walking and walking, never hesitant on where to go. Her heart was racing. Was she near?

"Where am I going?"

The further she went down the path, the flower's color started to fade. They slowly died one by one, the beautiful colors fading out of the pedals. All except one. The green flowers stood still. While all the flowers around them slowly died, the green ones kept their color, capturing all attention. Soon, the green flowers stood alone, the withered husks of the other ones littering the floor. But Amanda kept going.

"Why am I here?"

Amanda didn't know how much time had passed. The green flowers surrounded her. She stood in front of a large wooden door. The wood looked old and withered, almost like no one had opened the door for years. Amanda reached out for the door handle, like something was controlling her. Her fingers touched the cold metal handle. The moment they did, her head exploded in pain. She could see flashing images, a long hallway, splashing water, dead flowers, a large empty room…

Amanda kneeled down, her head pounding. The dirt floor was cracked, no life to be seen. Sounds overwhelmed her as images flashed across her eyes. She just wanted the pain to stop. But then, the sounds were silenced by something bouncing off the floor in front of her. She looked up. Something bounced across the floor, the sound echoing throughout the room. It landed in front of her. Amanda reached down and picked it up. It was a small purple peddle…

"Who are you?"

"Hey! Hey!"

Amanda was ripped back into the present by the sound of someone's voice. It took her environment a few moments to fade in, but soon the muddy ground came into focus. Amanda looked around and saw Irina's worried expression staring at her. Irina's purple hair waved in the wind as she examined Amanda. "Are you okay? You were acting really weird just a moment ago."

Amanda tried to slow down her breathing. "Yeah," she exhaled. "Just a little tired."

Irina looked a little suspicious, but didn't ask any more questions. "You sure you can continue?" she asked. Amanda stood up and brushed the dirt off her trousers. "Yeah," she answered. Irina narrowed her eyes, but the shrugged. "Alright, just let me know if something happens," she said and walked in the other direction. Amanda nodded. "What was that?" she thought and looked at where the flower had been. A shiver crawled down Amanda's back. The green flower was gone, replaced by a withered dead flower that looked like it had been there for years. Amanda took deep breath. "You're just playing tricks on yourself," she thought, but her mind lingered on what she had seen. What was it? What was that room? Amanda tried to empty her mind. "Just your imagination," she murmured and continued to look around on the forest floor.