"Amanda, look at this. I found it downstairs in one of the rooms." Marinette says as she closes her door.

"Looks like a journal. Did it belong to a patient?" She asks, as she sits down on her bed.

"Yes, it's a man who was in the first room. His last entry says that the workers locked the door with all the patients still inside. That they stood on the other side of the door and watched them die. I don't mean, lock the door so the fire doesn't get out. I mean, they locked the door long before the fire even left the closet. They were all gathered around the doorway when they died. The workers must have carried them to their rooms, then locked the doors..." Marinette looks down at the journal.

"That explains why there are no scratch marks on the doors or attempts to escape. They were already dead." Amanda gasps and covers her mouth.

"But people were there that day. They said they saw it happen. Wouldn't they have told?" Amanda asks, confused.

"I don't know. It was bedtime when it happened. Everyone was in their dorms for the night. Hey, the popular girl... whatever her name is. She said one of the orderlies is a patient here. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?" Marinette looks up at Amanda.

"Yeah, but no one's got a word out of him since it happened." Amanda says, as she gets up. "Follow me."

Marinette slips the journal into her bag and follows Amanda down the hall and out of the dorm.

"They keep him in the locked ward, but it's open during the day. They like visitors, so we can go in and see them." Amanda says.

Looking around Marinette sees people you'd expect to see in an Asylum. These people live here and will never leave unless they die. Or have to be admitted to the hospital. Her first thought was, this is a nice hospital to live in. Her second, she'd rather die than stay here.

'What am I doing? If someone really did lock up all those prisoners and kill them. It must have been the higher ups. If they find out I'm messing with all this, they might get rid of me, too. Then again, if I get murdered, Adrien can't be angry if I show up to him dead. I was trying to do the right thing. No, Marinette, don't think like that. No one is getting murdered!'

Marinette shakes her head as she follows Amanda to a guy in the corner.

"Hey Stephen, it's me Amanda. How are you today?" She says as she sits in front of him and touches his hand.

He doesn't even react, he just continues to stare out the window. When Marinette steps up to him, she sees he's staring at the burnt wing of the hospital. Creepy.

"Hey Stephen, my friend Marinette here would like to talk to you." Amanda gets up and makes her sit down.

"Hi Stephen. Can I ask you..." Marinette scoots closer, not wanting to advertise their conversation. "About the fire in the wing. That killed the patients. I heard you were there."

Stephen flinches, but nothing more. Marinette sighs until she looks down. He has moved his hand so she can take it. Looking back up at him, she places her hand in his.

"There's a fire in there, there's people trapped inside. We have to get them out!" Stephen ran towards the door, only to be grabbed by two people.

"They're already dead if we open the door. We all die." One of them says.

Stephen looks at the door, and through the slot in the door. He can full well see that the fire was nowhere near the door. And they could easily get them out.

"But, the patients! We can't just let them die..." He screams, as he tries to break free.

"Orders are orders. No one opens the door. Anyway, no one will miss these degenerates. That woman killed her baby, then laughed as her husband screamed in horror. No one will miss her." The Orderly sneers.

"I did not kill my baby! My husband did, he blamed me for it! He told me if I didn't take the blame, he'd kill me and the kids." She screams as she bangs on the door.

"Please, please, let us out of here!" She screams as she locks eyes on Stephen.

"Let me go!" He screams as he pulls free from the men. Rushing forward, he grabs her hand and holds it. He can hear the men behind him muttering. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Please, don't let people think I'm a baby killer... please." Coughing, she slowly lets go of his hand as she collapses to the ground.

"No, no, I'm sorry..."

"When I woke up, it was all over and they were dead. I replay it in my mind, over and over and over. Praying I can fix it!" Stephen says from beside Marinette. "I couldn't open the door. They padlocked it shut. And no one had the key. But, I hope I made her feel a bit better before she died. That someone cared about her, that she wasn't alone. I know she's still down there. I hear her screams every night in my dreams. And every night I fail to save her and them. Will you save her, save them?"

A flash of light and they are on the rooftop of the hospital. There are 6 Orderlies all lined up on the edge of the hospital roof.

"We were haunted from that night on. Every minute we were at work, we were haunted. We were being punished for not saving them. I knew it. Haunted by what, I don't know. God, The Devil, their spirits? Or was it our own consciences that were haunting us? The others, they couldn't handle the pain, the guilt, they couldn't. I told them, I told them to come forward with me. Tell the truth! They feared the consequences. I guess dying is easier than facing the truth. More people I couldn't save..." Stephen sighs, as he turns away from the men, stepping off the roof.

Screams fill Marinette's ears as she pulls from Stephen's grip. He remains staring at the burnt wing. Silent and not moving.

"I'll figure this out, Stephen. I'll make them pay for this, for everyone." Getting up, she sighs and walks out. Amanda following behind her.

"What did you see?" Amanda whispers to her. Marinette shakes her head, as if saying, not here.

"Go back to the dorm, and if anyone asks. I'm out back. Okay?" Marinette looks at her. Amanda frowns then nods and skips off.

Stepping into the burnt wing once more, Marinette looks around. Picking up the picture of the mother and her baby, she sighs.

'Her kid's think she's a monster. I hate it. Marinette sighs, and sets the frame down as she walks into the hallway.

"Hello? I know someone's here. You're the one giving me these visions, showing me what happened. I want to help, please. Show yourself. Why me? Why start this now when I come?" Marinette whisper yells into the emptiness.

"Because you grieve... your heart is clouded with grief and guilt. The same as mine. Plus, you are Ladybug." The whispers came from all around her.

"How do you know who I am?" She asks, as she looks around.

"I can smell Tikki on you. I haven't seen her in centuries. How is she?" The voice whispers again.

"You know Tikki?" She asks, as she moves closer to the room that helps the journal.

"They say Tikki and Plagg are the strongest. They are wrong. I am. For I can see the dead, speak with them. Even bring back their spirits for all to see. I can connect the living to the dead, as if it were a phone call. I can take the thing people regret and feel guilt over. And torture them with it. Relentlessly, until they go insane." The voice laughs.

"Stephen tried to help, he tried to save them." Marinette says, her blood boiling.

"Oh no, I did not harm him. His own guilt did that to him. The others are the ones I tortured, watching them die. Broke him, I felt sorry for him. So, I show him the lady and her baby. Her happy memories, it comforts him. She didn't kill her baby, you know? The husband did. She left to go to the store, and he was watching the game. The baby kept crying, demanding to be fed. So, he set the bottle on a pillow and put it in the baby's mouth. The baby drowned in formula. He blamed her because she had postpartum depression. So the idea of her killing the baby instead of him. Guess it was just easier to sell. He threatened her other kids' lives, if she said anything. She was supposed to come here, stay for a few months, then return home and be with her family. Look how that turned out." The sound slowly fades away.

Marinette steps into the room and looks around. "I found James' journal. He was your friend? He wrote that he feared you'd blame yourself." She looks around, but sees no one.

"He's right, I do. The original fire, which gave them the idea. Was my fault. I talked him into setting it. He just needed their attention. They hadn't been fed in 3 days. I told him, start a fire they will have to come in then. So, we did. They came in, put it out, then they fed us. He was a hero to the wing. Little did we know..." A black blur flies past her.

"What are you?" She asks, as she turns around.

"How does the Guardian not recognise a Kwami when she sees one?" The blur stops in front of her. He has what appears to be a black cloak wrapping around its body. Except the cloak is their skin. Behind the cloak, black arms and legs can be seen, but the hood is pure blackness.

"You're a Kwami? Kwami of... death?" She asks, studying him.

"More like Kwami of the afterlife. I deal with dead people, not death. My condolences on Cat Noir." He bows his body to her before righting himself.

"Thank you... how long have you been here?" She asks, as he circles her.

"Since when this building was a home. It housed a large family, parents, grandparents, kids, grandkids, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. The father was my holder. A good, kind man, he used my power to let people speak to their departed loved ones. But they feared him and his powers. They set the house on fire while they were all asleep. He died, saving his family. They lived, he didn't. They never came back. They left me here alone. I never left. I scared away anyone who tried to buy the house. I grew tired and fell asleep. When I awoke it had been a 100 years, and they were building the hospital here. No one could see or hear me. I became but a ghost like the one I spoke to." The Kwami lands on the table and looks at her.

"I'm sorry. You must have been so lonely. How did you get here?" She frowns. How did he get her from the monks.

"The Monks did not like me. They also feared my power. So, I took my Miraculous, and I ran away. They did not look for me. Part of me wishes they had." He sighs and climbs into her hand.

"My name is Azrael. It is a pleasure to meet a Guardian as kind as you." He smiles at her as he nuzzles her cheek.

"You too Azrael. You've caused quite the stir lately." She chuckles as he shrugs.

"I needed you to come here and investigate. They killed my friends. I want them to pay." He flies off, before returning with a miniature scythe, his Miraculous.

"Help me, make them pay?" He whispers, as he looks into her eyes.

"Deal." Reaching out, she takes his tiny hand and shakes it.