I have heard of spirits before, mostly in ghost stories – About how they can possess people, haunt people or even cause misfortune. They are used in pop culture, movies, and even in duel monsters, I believe there's a set of cards that is based on those concepts as well.

In any case, there are those who believe that spirits actually exist, and that they are amongst us. Others believe that it is just a useless gesture that's been made to make people wonder what would happen when they cross over to the other side.

Me?

Honestly, I'm not sure about which side I'm on. But looking at the class roster, there appears to be a class that's related to spirits, more specifically, it's a history class that goes with some mysterious happenings.

Apparently, it looks like it's quite popular with the students – First, second and third years. Red, yellow, blue. Students from all dorms and years are interested in this class…

Unfortunately, I'm not in charge of the class, nor do I teach history… Although, a few of my students are in this class, and I myself am finding an interest in this class as well…

But I wonder if some students take this a little bit too far…

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Draw 5A

Blues, Abandoned Dorm, and Spirits

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Time: Friday, 11:59 p.m.

Location: ?

In a dark room located in a large musty building, a single dark figure walked around the room, a large brush in their hands as they painted something on the large ground.

From a high enough distance, one could see that there was a large circle that seemed to have a large eye painted in the center of it. The figure finished painted the circle and tossed the brush over to the side with a loud clank.

The figure held up a deck case of cards and immediately opened up, pulling out a single card from the deck. "Please work this time…"

The figure held the card up to their eyes before they tossed the card into the center of the eye, the moment that the card hit the ground, a powerful bright light erupted from the ground where the rune was painted on. The figure smiled as they held their hands up into the air, 'Yes! It's working! It's working!

Two ghostly auras began to pour from the rune, one of them shaping into the head of a large hawk and the other forming into a sleek jackal head. A powerful bright blue and orange light began to pour from the ring, slowly engulfing the two animal heads…

"Yes… YES! Come! Come to this realm!"

As the light began to grow larger and larger, it slowly began to take shape, forming into a tall, regal form of a man. The figure's eyes were gleaming with pride as they watched the form beginning to solidify. "Almost… Just a little more!"

However, at that very moment, a very discreet shadow lashed across the ground and stabbed into the regal form, shattering it into millions of sparks.

The figure's eyes widened as the sparks rained around their body, "No! It was so close! Why? Why does it still fail!"

The figure fell to their knees and placed their hands onto the ground. A few moments passed before the figure stood up, rubbing their eyes, "… No… I can't give up. If I can do this successfully one more time, then I'm sure that it'll work!"

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Time: Saturday, 1:42 p.m.

The first week of Duel Academia's classes was slowly wrapping up, and it was certainly an interesting Saturday for the students… But it was a busy day for the professors of the academy.

"Ah… CHOOOOOOO!"

Price rubbed his nose, for the last half-hour he had been sneezing quite a few times as he was going over the first few assignments he had given to his students over the week. So far the grades were… Acceptable.

In any case, Price was glad no one else was around as he was in his own private room (which was situated in the middle of the male dorm). The room itself was quite spacious… But it was actually supposed to be made as a dorm room for a larger group of students, not that it bugged Price. The room was actually bigger than his old apartment, and actually had working lights, water and electricity to it.

The only thing that Price really had to complain about was…

DRIP!

DRIP!

Price sighed loudly as he wiped the water off from the top of his hair. 'This is the first floor, so why is it leaking here?'

Looking out the window, Price sighed at the sight of the rain that was pouring outside. While this was an island, it was not exempt from bad weather, still, considered that this was surrounded by an ocean, a simple rain storm was alright.

Still, how did the roof in Price's ceiling leak? He was on the first floor!

Making the final mark on the final assignment he had to grade, Price sighed loudly as he placed the paper into a large pile to the right on his desk (it was practically the only place that didn't have water dripping on it). "And l-like that… I'm done."

Price sat back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

It had been a few days since the incident involving York and the Obelisk Blues had passed, and frankly the whole affair was quite tiresome. Through out the entire week, Price had to keep trying to convince Hund about York's side of the story (which was hard since most of the Obelisk Blues who were involved spoke in opposition)…

… But somehow, Hund listened in the end.

With a loud sigh, Price threw his arms over his head and stretched them out, "… Now that I've gotten that done… I can finally relax. Hmm, maybe I should take a nap, I certainly could use the rest… Or…"

Price looked left and right, a little habit he had developed in his own school days. He knew that there was no one around, but it was still a habit that he had developed. With the coast clear, Price reached into one of the drawers of the desk he sat at, and pulled out an older book that had seen better days. The new professor smiled greatly as he opened the book. "I haven't had a chance to catch up on my… 'reading' since I got here. Let's see, were was the last time I left off? Oh yeah!"

Turning quite a few pages, Price smirked when he found the creased page and slowly began to read, "I can't believe its been a month since I last read this book, nothing like a good, hardboiled-noire story to kill a rainy day like today."

Just as Price was about start his reading his novel, there was a loud rapping sound on his door, making him lift his head up from his book. "J-Just one minute!"

With a quick crease of the page, Price quickly hid the book once more and walked over to the door, as soon as he reached it Price opened the door, only to have the door come flying open and right into his face. "URK!"

Price fell to the floor as he gripped his nose, it was a miracle that his glasses didn't break upon impact! "Gah!"

"Hey, Prof! What ya doing on the floor?"

Price looked up from his current wound and looked to the door to see a pair of familiar faces looking in through the door. One of the faces belonged to the very student whom he had helped defend over the past week – the muscular York. The second face was none other than Machi, albeit her long hair was a little wet from the rain, but still…

"Yeesh, it's the weekend, and you're just lazing about," Machi grumbled with a roll of her eyes. "You certainly know how to waste time."

"S-Sorry," Price muttered as he slowly got to his feet. "S-So, w-what can I do for you t-t-two today?"

"You still have that damn habit?" Machi growled with a shake of her head. "Yeesh… Well whatever, hurry up, we need you to come with us."

"Huh?" Price questioned with a question mark appearing over his head.

"You need not worry Prof," York pointed out. "It's nothing serious, just about a class…"

"A class that you've skipped during your freshman time," Machi pointed out. "In any case Price, since you're still new around here, and Hund thought it would be good to pair you up with another professor for a conjoined class."

"Oh, s-so I'm going to w-work with you Machi-sama?" Price questioned as he rubbed his still sore nose.

"Hell no!" Machi spat back with her arms crossed. "I don't think I could stand being in the same classroom as you for a school week! I might go insane!"

"O-Okay," Price muttered with a blush on his face.

"I mean, it might as well be a punishment!" Machi continued. "Dealing with your stuttering!"

"O-Okay, I get the point," Price chuckled sheepishly. "So… I-If I'm not w-working with you… Then…"

"That's why we're here," Machi interrupted with her hands on her hips. "I'm taking you and York here to meet the professor who you'll be working with."

"Uh, okay, but w-why is Y-York coming along?" Price questioned.

"Like I said, she skipped out on this class last semester," Machi explained, her tone starting to show signs that she didn't like answering all these questions. "So, I figured it would kill another bird with a single stone, I plan on introducing her to the professor in question so it would work well. Of course, there are other students taking this, but since she was supposed to take this class last year…"

"Alright, alright, that's enough," York stated with her arms raised up defensively. "I think Prof gets the idea."

While a little intimidated by Machi's bluntness, Price did get the overall picture of the situation. He may not have understood that fully, but that was something that these two didn't have to know about. "Uh… A-Alright, I guess. Let me g-grab an umbrella and I'll be ready to go…"

"We don't have the time to dilly-dally," Machi growled as she grabbed onto Price's arm and immediately began to drag him out of his room. "We've only got about five minutes before we have to meet with the professor!"

"W-Wait a second!" Price yelped, but was surprisingly overpowered by the smaller professor who dragged him out of his private room.

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Time: 2:15 p.m.

While the trip to the main academy building wasn't a long journey from the red dorm, but it was still long enough for Price get completely soaked by the rain that was pouring down from the sky outside. However…

"E-Explain w-w-why couldn't I g-get an umbrella again," Price sniffled as she shook his head, trying to dry his hair.

"You be quiet," Machi growled back as she snapped her umbrella dry. "You're supposed to be a man, right? A little rain shouldn't hurt ya, besides, you've got that large red overcoat on ya, it should be enough to keep you dry."

York held her umbrella to the side in an attempt to get the water off of the item, and blinked a few times as Price shivered in place, 'It's hard to imagine that this is the same professor who worked so hard to help me stay here… Is this an act or was that tough guy the act?'

"F-Fine," Price sighed with a few tears appearing in the corners of his eyes. "S-So, where to n-now?"

"We're meeting her at the Duel Academia Oasis," Machi explained, actually being sounding like she was being considerate this time around. "We'll be meeting her in one of the closed off areas."

"… Duel Academia Oasis?" Price questioned with a tilt of his head.

"I'm not surprised you don't know about it," Machi answered as Price began to unbutton his overcoat, trying to get some of the water off of it. "We only just finished it in the last few days of the last semester…"

"Oh, that's done?" York questioned with a smile on her face. "I remember that it was still under construction.

"Uh… What is this D-D-Duel Academia Oasis?" Price asked with a few questions popping over his head.

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What is the Duel Academia Oasis?

Duel Academia Oasis was nothing more than a fancy name for the school's main cafeteria, although the large room itself was in contrast rather built well to include most of the students. And around noon, it was often filled with abuzz with students to chat with their peers or enjoy some of the fine cuisine that was provided for the students (It was a good chance for Osiris Red to enjoy the kind of food that Ra Yellows got).

The atmosphere was also quite impressive as well, since the entire location was designed to resemble that of a beautiful beach cabana and bar (although, the drinks were all non-alcoholic) with calming music being played in the background. It was actually quite an impressive and popular spot on the island.

However around this time, there were only a few students who were seated in the large room, two of them seated in one of the windowed off areas that allowed students to study during the lunch hour or enjoy a quiet lunch.

One of the students was Mustang, simply enjoying a salad. "So, that's what happened."

The student who was seated across from Mustang was none other than the short, white haired duelist that had dueled on the very first night of duel academia – Cain Sonryu. And on the table in front of him was a single bottle of milk, "What? How did we miss someone like that for a full year? I thought you were supposed to be all knowing, Mustang?"

"Whenever did I mention that I knew everything?" Mustang retorted with a dull look in his eyes. "If anything, I was just knowledgeable about what our former boss knew. If anything, you're the same year as her, you should've known about that."

"I came in as a Ra Yellow!" Cain glared daggers at Mustang, "I don't fall into the norm, you lecherous prick!"

"That's an understatement," Mustang chuckled with a large grin on his face. "Your height is definitely below the norm for people your age."

"Go screw yourself," The white haired teen snarled as he snapped up the bottle of milk and began to chug it.

"Oh relax," Mustang sighed with a shake of his head. "In all seriousness, there are quite a few candidates this year that we may need to consider adding to our group. Each of them has the potency…"

"Mustang," Cain grumbled as he pulled the milk bottle away from his mouth. "I know what credentials you're looking for Mustang, physical appearance and having a pretty face aren't crucial factors for this group! We're trying to find people who are…"

Before the short teen could finish, the door to the glassed off room opened up, allowing a familiar red haired girl to casually stroll into it with a small tray of food in her hands. "Hey-O Mustang!"

"Speak of the devil," Cain muttered under his breath before he continued to sip the milk.

"Yeesh, and if it isn't Prince Charming himself," Tenri retorted as she took a seat next to Mustang, a smirk plastered over her face. "What's made you all mad today? Someone point out a certain little fact?"

"Grr," Cain grumbled with a large blood vessel appearing on the side of his head. "Don't push your luck."

"So, what were you talking about?" Tenri asked, her attention drawn to Mustang.

'Don't ignore me you snotty brat!' The short duelist snarled inside his head.

"We were just discussing more potential members for this little clique of ours," Mustang answered, poking around his salad with a fork. "Including the information that you told me about, Tenri."

"Please don't refer to it as a clique," the short teen moaned with a roll of his dark eyes. "This is serious."

"Oh, I see," Tenri muttered as she picked up the apple from her tray. "Although I can see that my information was useful, I can see that you're all business Mustang, and that's not really fun."

"Once we find more members for this group," Mustang defended. "Then I'll be able to relax a little bit."

"I can still see you're still tense from this morning," Tenri cooed with a large smirk on her face. "If you can't relax with a pretty girl in your bed, how can you relax at all?"

Cain spat out the milk that was in his mouth, coughing while the milk splattered against the glass.

"I love the classic comedic spit-take," Tenri giggled before she began to eat her lunch.

"Mustang!" the short teen barked with fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Don't get the wrong idea!" Mustang yelped as he lifted his hands up. "Nothing happened, and I wasn't the one behind it either!"

"Forget it," Cain growled spinning the empty milk bottle on his finger. "What happens behind closed doors isn't any of my concern."

"Wow, who'd of thought you were considerate of people's secrets?" Tenri commented.

Cain stopped spinning the bottle and caught it in his right hand, immediately clutching the bottle tightly in the gloved covered hand. "Everyone has skeletons in their closets, I'm no exception. If you wanna share those skeletons, more power to ya, but people shouldn't interfere with other people's affairs unless asked.

"More to the point at hand, we still need to get to the business at hand. From what information we gathered tells me, there are at least three students who possess the quality that our little group is looking for. One's been confirmed in Osiris Red, but we haven't made contact yet.

"Then there's that weird character in Ra Yellow, we don't know if he has what we're looking for, but we need to keep an eye on him. And finally, there's another in Obelisk Blue, but we haven't been able to approach them…

"Due to a certain someone's actions."

"I… I couldn't help with that," Mustang coughed with a wag of his finger while a weird look appeared on Tenri's face. "Besides, even if they have the quality, there's a chance that they couldn't have awakened to this ability of theirs. Therefore, we can't just walk up and ask them, we need to have them in highly tense situations and have them fight use their full strength."

"I could see how we could implement that with the Ra Yellow," Cain answered with his brow narrowed down. "The promotion examinations would be enough stress that would make them fight so that they don't get demoted to the Red Dorms. But the single Red student could pose as a problem. The old saying is once you hit rock bottom, you've got nothing to lose."

"That's not necessarily true," Tenri added with a devilish smirk plastered on her face. "I happened to notice something about that particular red student in her duel, even though her opponent was the new professor and I think he might've thrown that duel.

"And that's another thing that's worth talking about – What are we going to do about that professor?"

Mustang and Cain looked towards each other before Mustang sighed loudly, "He's certainly an interesting character on this island. I don't know if he capable of joining our little group, but we can still keep an eye on him…

"And even if he's not that kind of special we're looking for, I think I can find a use for him."

"You just love using people," Cain muttered out loud with a dulled look in his eyes. "Don't you?"

"I prefer the term 'auspicious'," Mustang retorted with a cough.

"Nice five dollar vocabulary, you hack," Cain growled.

"At least not every other sentence I speak has an insult laced into it," Mustang countered holding up his fork towards Cain.

Tenri sighed as the two Obelisk Blues continued to sling insults and counters with each other. 'They're acting like a monkey and a dog.'

Cain stood up from his seat, his brow narrowed, "Whatever. Do what you want, I'm outta here. Maybe I can salvage my weekend."

The short duelist quickly made his way towards the door, and immediately opened the door quickly…

WHAM!

"GARH!"

Cain winced when he heard that yelp, "Damn it… I hit someone."

"Smooth," Tenri giggled as Cain looked around the door to see who he had struck while opening said door.

"Are you okay Prof?"

"Yeesh, what is it with you and doors today?"

"I-It's not like I w-w-want to get in the face by doors!"

Cain slowly turned his head back from the corner of the door, in an attempt to hide himself from getting in trouble. However, there was a fatal flaw in Cain's plan – The door was made of glass.

'Damn it!' Cain thought to himself as he realized that his attempt was in vain.

"Uh, y-you're Cain S-S-Sonryu, right?" Price muttered as he got to his feet, his hand still held close to his nose.

"Its Sonryu," Cain growled as he walked from the door, his hands on his waist. "If you're going to address me, address me by my…"

"Blah, blah, blah," Machi growled as she slammed her hand into Cain's shoulder, which sent the tiny white haired duelist back into the partitioned area. "Move out of the way short stack, we don't have time for a two bit, ripped off comedy act! Price! York! Hurry up!"

Both York and Price blinked a few times before they followed the short professor to another section of the oasis.

With his face planted on the ground, Cain grumbled loudly while Mustang and Tenri looked over the white haired shorty dwelling in his petty anger. Tenri snickered slightly, not bothering to try to hide her laughter. "Wow, a shorty pushing away another shorty. That must be quite the blow to your pride."

"Say another word," Cain growled loudly, not lifting his head up. "And I'll make the walls here as red as your hair!"

"Oooh, so scary," Tenri yelped as she quickly jumped from her seat and sat next to Mustang. "Protect me, Mustang!"

Mustang rolled his eyes. "Never a dull moment."

Back with the two red professors and student…

"Alright, here we are," Machi sighed as she gestured towards another glassed off room in the oasis. It wasn't hard to see that there was someone seated inside the room, but with the large stack of books that was on the table that surrounded the person, it was hard to make out who was there.

Without a second to waste, Machi opened the door with a smirk on her face, "Hey Pamela! I brought the two like you requested."

"Ah, thank you so much Machi!" A silky and sweet voice sounded in the glassed off partition, making Price blink a few times.

Almost as if she phased into mid-air, the owner of that silky voice stepped out from behind that mountain of books, revealing a rather ravishing young woman with skin that seemed to be as flawless as porcelain with long ash colored hair that almost touched the ground as she walked from the books. She was dressed in a velvet dress that hugged her slim and tall figure, and she had a very baggy blue jacket that was obviously made for someone of the other gender and several sizes larger than her. In her ash colored hair were several purple ribbons that were laced with gold.

If Price could describe this woman, he would compare her to a doll.

"Wow, so he's the new professor?" the doll-like woman questioned as she sauntered up to Price, making him stagger back slightly when she had her deep blue eyes look directly into his eyes. "Hmm…"

"Uh, i-is there something o-on my face?" Price questioned as his face went a little red from the mysterious woman getting so close to him in a matter of seconds.

"Hmm, you've been hit twice in the face today, weren't you?" the doll-like woman giggled, making Price's face turn a little redder.

"W-Wha… How did y-you…?" Price questioned as the doll-like woman pulled away from Price.

"Alright, that's enough of freaking out the newbie," Machi sighed as she closed the door behind the three red clad people. With a cough, Machi walked to alongside of the smiling doll-like woman. "Now, for introductions, Price, York, this is the Obelisk Blue Professor and Obelisk Blue Girl's Dorm Headmistress – Pamela Lavivista."

"How do you pronounce that last name again?" York questioned with a few question marks that popped over the top of her head.

"That doesn't matter at the moment," Machi growled with her arms crossed. "She's also the head professor of our history division, which also includes the class that I was referring to earlier – The Duel and Myth History class."

"Yeppers!" Pamela giggled slightly with her cheeks turning rosy red.

"And, y-you needed m-my help with this?" Price asked, his finger aimed at his chest.

"Well, yes and no," Pamela answered with her hand on her cheek. "You see, the class doesn't officially begin until next week, before the class begins, I usually spend the first week explaining to the class what they should expect and how hard the workload is. Normally, a ton of students drop out when I tell them this and they look for another elective to take."

"Yeesh, and this is a class you wanted me to take?" York grumbled with a dull look on her face aimed at Machi.

"Oh, you don't have to worry," Pamela stated with a wave of her hand. "It's only a little bluff that I usually pull to get the students who are only looking for a so called 'easy A'. Normally, this class can be rather calming and invigorating with how I teach."

'Somehow that doesn't seem right,' Price thought to himself with a large bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head.

"In any case, when I tried that same trick this year," Pamela sighed slightly with a cute, if not sad look on her face. "One student actually said some encouraging to all of the students and a lot of them actually decided to stay. I'm a little conflicted here – On one hand, I'm proud that the students have the will to take my class, but on the other hand, I have a lot more students than I usually have."

'She sounds lazy,' Price thought with a roll of his eyes.

"And that's why you're here," Machi explained with her hand pointed towards Price. "You may have done well with your classes so far Price, but you need to learn how to teach classes that have more than twice the number of students you're teaching right now. For the next week, you're going to work with Pamela over here in her class, technically, you'll be her assistant while you'll be learning about how to teach with higher populated classes."

"Uh, b-but what about m-my classes?" Price questioned with a cold sweat popping on the side of his head. "I… I still have to…"

"You'll still be teaching your own classes," Machi explained with a wag of her finger. "Pamela's classes are set during the intervals you don't have classes to teach."

"S-So, I'm going to b-b-be stuck t-teaching the whole day?" Price questioned with tears in the corners of his eyes. "W-without a break?"

"Consider this your hazing period," Pamela explained with warm smile, which only made this all the crueler. "All new professors here at the academy go through this, and its been a while since we've had a new professor, I think the newest one we had was about three years ago and that was… That was… Hey, Machi-kouhai, who was that again?"

"It was the Ra Yellow Headmistress," Machi sighed as she crossed her arms.

"Oh! That's right!" Pamela laughed sheepishly.

"In any case," Machi continued holding a hand up to York. "You, you're going to be attending this class starting on Monday, and you better show up."

"Yes, ma'am!" York replied with a heavy nod.

"And you," Machi growled, making Price jump slightly. "You're going to stay here with Pamela-senpai while she explains the class to you and runs you through the basics. You got that?"

"Uh, s-sure, I guess?" Price mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. 'I'm sure something like this won't take too long…'

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Time: 10:21 p.m.

Boy, was Price wrong.

While Pamela acted nice and charming, she was actually really interested in what she taught – Almost to the point of it being an obsession! And it showed! For the past eight or so hours, Pamela had not only explained what the class was about, but also had gone into detail on the subject matter that Price would have to know in order to answer any students' questions.

Normally, that would only take a couple of hours at most…

Wrong, WRONG!

This was a more complex class than what Price had originally thought, so many theories, so many artifacts, and so many other little tidbits that he had to study in order to prepare for the class… Ugh, and before the young professor knew it, he had spent a good portion of his Saturday afternoon and evening trying to drill those facts into his head.

So, here he was, walking back to the red dorms on the night covered island, slowly trudging along as he tried to keep himself awake. It didn't help that Price had an armful of books that were draining him of any physical or mental energy that he had left in his system.

The best way to describe Price as he was right now, was as if he were a zombie, what with all of his groans and moans as he trudged over the island slowly. Each step was dragged out and scraped against the dirt. "Ugh... So much information… I feel like my head's about to explode…"

It didn't help that at very moment, there was a large root sticking out from the ground right in front of the young red professor. Dark plus professor with bad luck plus a large amount of books equals…

"AH!"

A yelp echoed through the night's air followed by the sound of countless small whaps smacking against a certain unlucky professor's head. "Ow…" For a few moments, Price just laid there amongst the books, his body completely unmoving – whether it was due to the mental and physical exhaustion that he had to deal with, or if he had been knocked out from all the blunt attacks to his head.

However, eventually Price lifted his head up and sighed loudly as he looked forward into the darkness. "Oh the life I live is… Ugh, I can't pull off that line."

That's when Price noticed something. About a handful of yards away, there was someone walking on the grassy plains of the academy island. Because of the lack of light however, Price couldn't tell who it was…

Slowly, Price began to get to his feet and lurched forward, trying to keep himself hidden from whoever was walking on the school grounds. 'If… If it's someone n-not supposed to be on the i-island, then I'll h-have to do s-something.'

Tensions were getting deeper and deeper with each second that passed, Price kept getting closer and closer to the figure who was steadily sneaking away in the night. There was a chill that ran down Price's spine that grew colder as he got closer and closer to the individual.

Heck, part of him wanted to just leave this be and just go back to his nice warm room and sleep the night away. But it was his duty as a professor to stop any and all threats that could harm his students.

Still, Price had to think about his own safety, so while he was getting closer, he did keep a fair amount of distance between him and this mysterious late night prowler.

Eventually, Price managed to follow the mysterious figure into the woods, which gave him a lot more cover for him to hide behind and watch the mysterious person. 'Is… Is there anything o-out here?'

Indeed there was, cause the moment that Price thought that he had stepped behind a tree that was right next to a large clearing, and right in the middle of the clearing was a large run down building that was surrounded by a ruined metal fence. With the moon hanging overhead and the dark woods surrounding this decrepit building the entire area seemed to radiating a creepiness factor that broke the charts. 'What the? I didn't know that there was a building out here… It… It kinda looks like a dorm. D-Did we have a fourth…'

"What are you doing?"

"AAAAAHH!" Price screamed as he leapt from his hiding place and fell face first into the ground once more. "Ow… What's with pain and my face today?"

"Yeesh, what are you supposed to be? A stalker?"

"H-Huh?" Price questioned as he pushed himself off of the ground, only to come face to face with the very same dark figure he was chasing after only minutes ago. "Ah…"

"And from the looks of your jacket," the shadowed figure sighed loudly. "You're a professor here. How disgraceful, a teacher chasing after a student late at night…"

'S-Student?' Price thought as he jumped to his feet, realizing that he was actually taller then the shadowed figure. "You're… A-A student?"

"Is that not obvious?" The figure replied as the moonlight began to gleam over this figure…

The light itself revealed a young woman who stood before Price, she had long chestnut colored hair that brushed her shoulders and added a tint of refinement to her beautiful young face. She had a slim figure that was covered with an altered Obelisk Blue girl's uniform – A longer blue skirt that brushed to top of her knees, a white top with blue trim and light blue frills at the shoulders. She was also wearing a black choker around her neck along with black stockings.

Currently, her large green eyes were narrowed down at Price, an intent to kill gleaming from them. "I've never seen you on this island before… Are you trying to sneak onto the island under the guise of a professor?"

"W-What?" Price yelped as he waved his hands. "N-No! I'm l-l-legit! I'm the n-n-new Osiris R-Red professor…"

"Rowen Price," The girl sighed with her eyes turning dull. "Yeah, when I heard you speak, I had a feeling that you were that stuttering professor that the first years were talking about."

"B-But you said you never s-saw me before," Price pointed out with a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head.

"Right, until this moment I haven't," the girl answered back. "I'm a second year Obelisk Blue student, there'd hardly be a class in which I'd have you as a professor. This is the first time I've ever seen you, but rumors do fly around school hallways quickly."

"Oh… I… I see," Price muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. And that's when realization struck just like lightning, making Price's stiffen his look at the girl. "And… Ah, w-who are y-you?"

"… You know it's more appropriate to introduce yourself to a lady first before asking for her name," the girl scoffed.

"B-But, you a-already know my name," Price answered, the bead of sweat growing larger on the side of his head. "Y-You're the one who s-s-said it."

"Fine, I suppose you have a point," The girl sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it to the side. "I am Lillian Rosencrantz."

"R-Rosencrantz?" Price muttered as he tapped his chin a few times. "I know I h-h-heard that name b-before, but…"

"Look, I hate to be rude," Lillian scoffed to the side, closing her eyes in the process. "But I am in a hurry, and to be frank, you're starting to send chills down my spine with the way you talk."

"But, it's l-late," Price mumbled. "D-Don't students h-have to be back in t-their dorms at this t-t-time?"

"The rules say we have to be at a dorm," Lillian answered back with a loud sigh. "I was just about to enter this one right here."

"T-This is a dorm?" Price questioned turning back to look at the large building. It was true that Price's original thoughts that the building did resemble a dorm, but it looked to be run down. "I… I don't think t-that you…"

"It doesn't matter," Lillian replied as she began to walk past Price and headed toward the ruined dorm. "If we're done here, then I'd like to continue with my night. Have a good night, Professor."

"H-Hey! W-Wait a second!" Price yelped as he held his hand up towards the young blue student, but she just kept on walking away from Price. "It… It might b-be dangerous! And w-w-while I may n-not be a t-teacher, I am s-still a p-professor! Its m-my responsibility to m-make sure that all students are k-kept safe and…"

Lillian sighed loudly as she stopped walking. "Fine, I get your point. Very well, I will head back to my dorm. Will that make you happy?"

"Uh, I guess so?" Price replied, getting pushed to the side as Lillian began to walk back towards the woods. "Uh, w-would you like m-me to walk you back to…"

"I don't need a babysitter, thank you very much," Lillian scoffed as she began to walk towards the forested area once more.

Price sighed loudly as he lowered his head, 'Even w-when the students do l-listen to me, I get n-nothing but grief…'

When Price raised his head to look at Lillian, he blinked a few times as he watched her walk away… Although, to be correct, it wasn't Lillian that Price was looking at. Rather it was the tall, ghostly figure that seemed to gaze upon Lillian. Price's eyes widened at the ghostly figure, and then realized that the figure was looking directly at Price, its red eyes looming at him, and yet, it seemed to have kindness seeping from those piercing eyes.

'Wh… What in the world?' Price thought to himself as he watched as both Lillian and the ghostly figure disappear into the woods.

That's when something struck Price… Again!

"GAH! T-THE BOOKS! I-I-I LEFT THEM IN THE WOODS!"

TTTTTT

Time: Sunday, 11:32 a.m.

Location: Osiris Red Dorm Lounge

It took quite a while for Price to actually find those books last night (and then get back to the dorm was no easy feet at eleven at night), and when he got back to his room, Price had just crashed down onto his bed, immediately going to sleep in his clothes.

It wasn't until ten a.m. when he woke up and finally managed to make something out of his day, which was unfortunately to look over those books that Pamela had forced upon him.

But he had other things on his mind, so having one of the books held over his head, Price sighed loudly. 'W-What did I see last night? What w-was that s-shadow that was behind t-that girl? A-And what was s-she doing out there at that time?'

Closing the book, Price grimaced slightly. "I can't work like this…"

The lounge around him was devoid of anyone else, most of the students were either hanging out with each other, checking out the methods of entertainment that the academy provided for it's students – Arcades, a small makeshift movie theatre, or even the store which offered more than just card related wares for the students to enjoy.

So, that just practically left Price to his own devices while in the dorm's lounge, its not like it was a bad thing, its just that reading alone in this big room just made Price a little bit lonelier than usual. It didn't help that his mind was more focused on what had happened last night.

Meanwhile, outside the lounge…

"So, why am I here?" Cain asked as he leaned up against the wall next to the lounge's entrance.

"Cause if you weren't, then you'd be stuck sleeping in all day," Mustang replied as he wagged a finger at Cain. "Besides, you wanted to know what I was going to with that new professor, and this is how I should tell you – First hand and in person!"

"I swear, this is messed up somehow," Cain grumbled under his breath. "In any case, let's just get this over with. Unlike you, I actually have to study to keep my position."

"You just can't stand that I've got higher marks and a higher rank than you," Mustang laughed loudly as he began to reach for the door. "Jealous much?"

"What the hell would make you think that I would be jealous of you about anything?" Cain snarled.

"Let's see," Mustang muttered as he pulled his hand away from the door and brought it up to his chin, to show that he was in mock thought. "My height, the fact that the ladies like me, my handsome face, I'm taller than you, I happen to be at the top while you're way down below, I've got a natural hair color, I'm au-natural, I get straight A's easily, I was the one who got you those special cards of yours, I've got about a foot and a half of height compared to you, and I'm the leader of our little group."

"… You bastard," Cain growled loudly as a fiery aura erupted over his body. "You took at least three shots at my height in that last run-on sentence!"

"At least you've got the hearing of a wolf," Mustang chuckled with a large smirk on his face.

"AND THE TEMPER OF ONE TOO!" Cain roared as he leapt through the air, preparing to tackle into Mustang…

However, the moment that Cain was about to slam into Mustang, the door to the lounge opened up and slammed right into Cain's face. "URK!"

Mustang laughed loudly as he watched Cain slink to the ground with his legs twitching slightly. "BWAHAHAHA! I guess we could say I'm also luckier Cain!"

"Snuf up, you basfard!" Cain moaned loudly as he rolled away from the door, his nose red and dripping with some blood from the nostrils. "Don'f jusf sfand tnere! Get me a towel!"

"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"

Both Mustang and Cain looked up at the door, both surprised to see Price standing at the door's frame, a look of shear terror plastered all over his face.

Ten minutes and one first aid kit later…

"Humph," Cain grumbled out loud, trying to ignore the bandage he had around nose, as well as the burning sensation that was in the same area.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Price mumbled with his head lowered down towards Cain. "I-I heard the c-commotion outside a-and…"

"Just drop it," Cain growled turning his head to the side. "Consider us even for what I did yesterday."

"R-Right," Price muttered.

"Still, nothing like an injury to break the ice!" Mustang stated with an innocent smile. "How are you today, Professor Price?"

"Uh, g-good I guess," Price mumbled back, blinking a few times behind his glasses. "And you are Mustang r-right?"

"So good that you remember me," Mustang said with his hands folded in front of his face. "And it's good that you're having a decent day…"

"Oh just cut the crap, Mustang," Cain snarled with his sharp eyes narrowed down behind his hair. "And get to the damn point! Lord knows now even I'm a little curious about what you're planning."

"Way to be subtle there, Cain," Mustang sighed loudly.

"S-So there was s-s-something that I can h-help you with?" Price questioned with his head tilted slightly to the side.

"Actually yes," Mustang replied with a large smirk on his face. "You see, me and Cain here are trying to start something up this year, but unfortunately, to make it official we need the consent of a professor, as well as having a professor mentor over this matter as well. And you're that professor that we'd like to have join us in this."

"H-Huh?" Price questioned with a look of shock on his face. "M-Me? W-Why me?"

"Well, I figured why not?" Mustang answered quickly and bluntly.

Both Price and Cain blinked a few times in confusion at Mustang's bluntness. Cain was quick to recover and narrowed his eyes down at Mustang, "You lousy… That's all you wanted to ask! You want him to be a sponsor for our…"

"Our club," Mustang interrupted with a smile on his face. "Yes, you see Professor Price, at the end of the week, the Duel Academia Clubs will opening up and accepting new members. However me and the shorty here would like to start up a brand new club, and frankly, we thought it would be a good way for you to meet the students and humanize yourself with them."

Price pushed up his glasses and nodded slightly, Mustang did have a point – And operating a club might have its benefits…

"W-Well, w-what kind of c-club are you t-trying to start?" Price questioned.

"A journalism club," Mustang answered promptly, his smile growing slightly warmer as he explained. "Or to a broader point, a newspaper club – I'd assume that we'd probably have a weekly paper delivered to the students and such."

Price was silent for a few minutes as he closed his eyes, his mind had dived deep into thought. "Hmm…"

Cain rolled his eyes, 'He's not going to go for it…'

"A-Alright," Price muttered out loud.

"Really?" Mustang stated, almost as if he wasn't expecting a positive answer.

'Damn it,' Cain muttered in his head.

"B-But," Price coughed out. "I… I need to ask s-s-something in return."

"It's not a problem," Mustang replied with a warm smile on his face. "Name your price… Professor Price."

"I'd h-have to be b-b-blind not t-to see that y-you two are in Obelisk Blue," Price stated as he placed his hands on the table they were seated at. "Do… Do either of y-you know of a Lillian R-Rosencrantz?"

That seemed to elicit a rather surprising response from both Mustang and Cain, both of them with their eyes widened and both of them looking at each other. Price was about to say something when…

"Could you give us a moment?" Mustang requested as he grabbed Cain by the arm and pulled the shorter to one of the corners of the lounge.

"URK!" Cain yelped as he was dragged.

Price blinked a few times as he watched the two blues crowd around in the corner.

"Rosencrantz!" Cain whispered with his eyes narrowed at Mustang. "Does he know?"

"Relax, it could just be coincidence," Mustang answered back, although the nervousness in his eyes was as plain as the nose on his face.

"But she's one of the students we've had our eyes on!" Cain snarled under his breath. "If we continue this then…"

"Let's just hear him out," Mustang replied with his hands held up. "I'm sure its' nothing that we need to concern ourselves with. Teachers ask about students all the time."

"Fine," Cain grumbled under his breath. "Do what you want…"

A few moments later, Cain and Mustang were back at the table where Price was seated, trying to ignore the weird look that Price was giving them. "Uh… W-What was that a-a-about?"

"Nothing at all," Mustang replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's a blue thing. In any case, what can we help you with concerning Miss Rosencrantz?"

Price then spoke of how he found Lillian Rosencrantz last night and how she went to the decrypted dorm last night – Talked about her attitude and such. However, Price left out that ghostly image that he saw, heck if he did, he might have the two blues distance themselves from him. "… And that's it."

"A run down dorm?" Mustang questioned with his eyes closed. "You must be referring to the Abandoned Dorm."

"It used to be an alternate Blue Dormitory," Cain explained waving his hand. "You see, before Mustang and I came to the academy, this dorm was made to accommodate a large amount of Obelisk Students since back then there were a lot of potential students. However…"

"However?" Price questioned.

"One night," Mustang continued with a sly smirk on his face. "A student from that dorm disappeared. And not just any student, it was the school's second best student, one Tenjoin Fubuki. Many people just thought that the guy pulled one of his usual disappearing acts, but over time, more and more students who were in that dorm disappeared. In order to prevent panic, the chancellor at the time created a cover story that stated that all of the students in the dorm were a part of some duel research program abroad."

"T-That's rather… Odd," Price admitted with his head tilted slightly. "W-What happened to the students?"

"I dunno," Mustang answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "This kinda happened about twenty years ago, way before the shorty or I were born into this world."

"HEY!" Cain snapped.

"But, what I do know is this," Mustang continued, ignoring Cain's protest. "Three years after that incident, the dorm was supposedly destroyed by some unknown force, and there's even a file about this in the academy's records."

"W-Wait, but the dorm I s-s-saw may have b-been ragged," Price answered holding his hand up. "But it was s-s-still standing."

"I know," Mustang replied with his hands folded. "And there have been no records of the dorm ever being commissioned to be rebuilt by anyone."

"A-Alright, I… I think t-that's enough," Price coughed a small bead of sweat appearing on the side of his face. "L-Let's get b-back to my original q-question – Why w-would Miss R-Rosencrantz be at that dorm late at night?"

"Hell if we'd know," Cain answered bluntly, earning him a look from both Mustang and Price. "What? Just because we're in the same uniform color, doesn't mean we know every other single blue student. Besides, what do you care? She's a blue student and you're an Osiris Red Professor, if you've got any concerns with her, you should bring them up with Professor Hund or even better Professor Pamela."

"Y-Yes…" Price answered with his head lowered. "B-But I'm a p-professor t-too! S-She may be in a d-d-different dorm than w-what I'm assigned to, b-but that doesn't mean I can't…"

"Say no more," Mustang interrupted with his hand lifted up towards Price. "I admire that kind of determination of yours Professor Price… And that's why we're going to help you with this matter!"

"W-What?" Price questioned.

"We're what?" Cain growled with his eyes narrowed in at Mustang.

"But, in return for our help with this matter," Mustang chuckled as he held his hand out to Price. "You're going to have to become our sponsoring professor for our journalism club, deal?"

"Y-Yes!" Price answered as he took Mustang's hand and shook it.

"Screw this," Cain growled as he stood up. "I've got better things to do with my Sunday than listening to this crap… Or to help in this matter, it doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Cain, if you help me with this," Mustang coughed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "I will personally delete Ami's phone number from my cell, and I'll do it right in front of you."

Cain's ears twitched when he heard that, and just like that he sat back down with a loud sigh. "Fine. What's the plan?"

"Uh, h-how did he agree s-so quickly?" Price asked with a few question marks popping over his head.

"I'm talking about deleting his sister's name and number from my phone," Mustang answered as he began to push a few buttons on his cell phone. "He doesn't really appreciate the fact that she gave it to me…"

"I'd rather lose my left arm then let this sleaze-ball get close to my younger sister," Cain snarled loudly.

"You wound me," Mustang replied as he placed a hand over his heart in mock. "In any case, we may not know the reason for why Miss Rosencrantz was at the abandoned dorm, but I'm pretty sure I can find someone who would. Heck, after all, Duel Academia is a high school, someone's bound to know something, I just need to call in a few favors… In the meantime, it's around noon, what's say we eat some lunch? I haven't had Red Food in over two years!"

"You used to be a red student?" Cain questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I worked my ass off in my first year," Mustang answered with a large smirk on his face. "In any case, let's kill some time shall we?"

And time was slain, the two students and professor had gotten themselves some of the food that was being served in the vending machines at the lounge (it was a lot quicker than going to the cafeteria), and were munching on what they had gotten for a few minutes…

Until Mustang's cell phone began to buzz on the table.

Immediately, the blue student lifted up his phone and looked at the small device, "Ah, looks like I've finally got a response to my question."

"You make it sound like it took hours," Cain grumbled with a roll of his eyes. "It was only twenty minutes. And what kind of contacts do you…"

"Don't think too much on it," Mustang answered with a shrug. "Otherwise your head will explode."

"A-Actually, w-who d-did you c-c-contact?" Price questioned as well, putting his apple to the side.

"I've got a few guys and gals in my corner pocket," Mustang chuckled with a wave of his phone. "In any case, my source says Miss Rosencrantz has actually pulled a few late night ventures over the last few weeks, ever since classes came into session. Apparently, a few other Obelisk Blue girls have seen her going out at late night."

"Isn't t-there a curfew?" Price asked with a tilt of his head.

"Yeah, but a second year student would know how to get by without being caught," Cain answered. "All one has to really do is watch how the island security do their rounds. Once you've got that down pat, then you're good. Of course, I'm making it sound easier than it really sounds, since the guards often have different shifts and rounds depending on the day."

"… H-How do you k-know this?" Price stated with a flat tone in his voice.

"The little guy right here used to sneak out of his dorm at night," Mustang answered quickly, earning himself a nasty glare from the white haired shorty next to him. "God knows why, but damn he was persistent in his nightly quests…"

"Shut your face before I slam it shut with my fist!" Cain snarled loudly as he jumped onto his seat and raised his fist up towards Mustang.

"Seems I struck a nerve," Mustang chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. "In any case, we have other matters to attend to. Since we know that Miss Rosencrantz is going out late at night, and if we assume that she goes to the abandoned dorm, then perhaps she might try going to the same place again.

"After all, it could be a safe bet that since Professor Price here probably prevented Miss Rosencrantz from accomplishing whatever she was trying for last night, so maybe she'll try the same thing tonight."

"T-Then we s-should s-stop h-her immediately!" Price stated as he stood up from his seat. "We…"

"I would suggest you calm down Price," Mustang answered with a wag of his finger. "Even if we were to confront her at this time, she'd probably just deny anything we say."

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Cain muttered under his breath.

"S-So, w-what's your plan?" Price asked as he pushed up his glasses.

Mustang smirked wildly as he spun the phone in his hand.

TTTTTTT

Time: 11:35 p.m.

Location: Woods surrounding the Abandoned Dorm

"Damn it Mustang!" Cain snarled through his clattering teeth as he stood amongst the bushes with two other familiar figures. "Some plan!"

"W-What's wrong w-with him?" Price questioned, rubbing his arms with his hands.

"I'm standing in a bush with an idiot and a stuttering professor," Cain retorted gleaming daggers into Price's head. "It's close to midnight, and instead of being in my warm, comfy bed, I'm stuck outside in the woods next to that creepy building!"

"Meh, don't worry about the white haired chinchilla," Mustang answered back as he lifted up a small camera in his hands. "He just gets cranky when he's cold, and unfortunately the little guy gets cold quick."

"You lousy…" Cain growled.

"Uh, M-M-Mustang," Price interrupted, trying to make sure a fight didn't break out amongst the two blues. "C-Could you try e-e-explaining this p-plan again?"

"It's simple really," Mustang answered with a smirk as he held up the camera. "All we need to do is wait out Miss Rosencrantz, we wait for her, take her picture when she comes, confront her and blackmail her in telling us about why she's coming out here while at the same time making sure that she doesn't pull this same stunt again, otherwise we'll give the photo to security."

There was a moment of silence between the three as an ominous wind began to blow around the trio. After that moment of silence, a large blood vessel appeared on the side of Cain's head with his eyes began to glow red with murderous intent, "Mustang… That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!"

"How exactly is it stupid?" Mustang countered with his gaze now glazed at Cain.

"First off, you came up with the plan," Cain counted off with his hand. "That automatically makes it a bad plan. Secondly, we're doing this based off of an assumption that you came up with, so that's a bad reason. Thirdly, its night, its Sunday night, I have class in the morning, and we're spending all our time right here, so, in summation, you are a fri…"

Before Cain could continue, a hand clasped over his mouth, muffling his insult. Surprisingly, the hand was from none other than Price, his eyes looking dead serious with his glasses now removed. Slowly, Price turned his head back towards the abandoned dorm and lifted his free hand up towards the building. "Shush… Look over there…"

Cain's eyes followed Price's aim, seeing that in front of the abandoned dormitory was a slim figure with long, wavy hair. The figure looked around the area a few times before slowly they began to head into the building.

"Mustang… Take the picture now," Price muttered under his voice.

Mustang only nodded as he lifted the camera up and immediately pressed the button, the flash went off and illuminated a good portion of the area, catching the attention of the figure in front of the abandoned dormitory. For a few seconds the figure looked upon the three that were in the bushes, but before the trio could get from the bushes, the figure ran into the Abandoned Dorm, immediately escaping from sight.

"What the?" Cain questioned as the three walked from the bushes. "She ran… You ever consider that in your plan Mustang?"

"Yes, and I have a solution," Mustang answered as he tightened his grip on the camera. "Let's get after her!"

Price didn't say a word as he and Mustang dashed off towards the abandoned dorm, leaving Cain standing in front of the bushes with a dismal look on his face. "I could just walk away, I could still get about seven hours of sleep if I leave right now…"

Cain sighed loudly as he slowly walked towards the building, "Aw who the heck am I kidding?"

TTTTT

Location: Abandoned Dorm, Main Lobby

As Price and Mustang entered into the dorm, Price had to stop, the place on the inside looked to be even worse off than outside. Damaged floors, wrecked walls, and there was a hole in the ceiling that allowed the moonlight from above to pour into the building. The place while old and run down did seem to have been well furnished at one point in time, there was even a midnight blue carpet that ran from the door towards the stairs and the multiple hallways.

In all honesty, the building looked to be only a few moments away from being torn down. 'This place, for some reason it feels like its trying to suffocate me… Must be all the dust…'

"Alright, now, which way did she go?" Mustang mused as he slowly walked forward, his eyes positioned at the hallways and stairs in front of him. "Damn it…"

"Stop for a second," Price stated as he reached into his overcoat, producing a small flashlight. "I must say, this must've been the impressive dorm before it became so run down…"

Price turned on the flashlight and slowly knelt down on the floor to have the flashlight peer on the carpeting. "This carpet must've been a fine brand, but even time can be harsh with it, with the weather conditions and dust it's been dealing with over the years, its almost a fake grass… You can barely see them, but there are footsteps being indented into the old carpeting."

Mustang looked over Price's shoulder and looked at where the flashlight was shining upon, and the professor was right – There were foot prints, some of them older and others fresher. "As you can see, if you follow the footsteps that have a deeper heel imprint into it, and assuming that Miss Rosencrantz would wear the standard issued girls' boots which have a higher heel to them, then its not too hard to assume that these footsteps are her's, in which case…"

With the flashlight running over the footprints, Price pointed towards one of the hallway entrances not too far away. "She must have went that way."

"Damn," Cain stated as he walked up behind the two, his own flashlight in his hands. "I have to say, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd be able to do something like that."

"Ah, shorty," Mustang chuckled as he held his arms up slightly. "I thought you'd be long gone by now…"

Although he had an enraged look on his face, Cain turned his head to the side, "Someone had to make sure you two dolts didn't get yourselves killed in here. Frankly, Price is a new professor and he wouldn't know any better, and you Mustang you're… Well, you're Mustang. Enough said."

"Aw, didn't know you cared," Mustang retorted.

"Shut up," Cain growled.

"You two certainly have an interesting friendship," Price pointed out as he brought the flashlight down on the footprints. "Just like these footprints."

"What?" Mustang questioned looking at the footprints. "What do you mean?"

"There are two different sets of footprints," Price pointed out as he gesturing towards one footprint. "The person who came in right before us ran in, correct?"

"Yeah, so?" Cain asked shining his light on the same footprints.

"Well, it's all in stride," Price replied as he stood up. "A walking stride has the footprints closer together, but a running stride has them farther apart. Besides, take note that the footprints to the right seem similar to this…"

Price stomped his foot next to one of the footprints in question and immediately pulled his foot back to reveal that his footprint was almost as large as the one he was comparing to. "So, unless Miss Rosencrantz wears size twelve sneakers, then there's someone else here… The person we saw run into here."

"But wasn't that Rosencrantz?" Cain questioned raising an eyebrow. "We were staking out that place for about thirty minutes and…"

"Actually, there's a way to tell if it was Miss Rosencrantz or not," Price answered as he held his hand up to Mustang. "Mustang, is your camera digital?"

"Way ahead of ya," Mustang replied as he held up his camera and pressed a few buttons. "This bad boy should've gotten a good picture of whoever we saw, and… Here we go! Gather round, children!"

With beads of sweat appearing on the back of their heads, Price and Cain looked at the picture displayed on the camera's screen. The picture was a little blurry, but it was enough to see that whoever was on the picture, it certainly wasn't Lillian Rosencrantz. Instead, the figure in the picture was an older gentleman with long hair, dressed in what appeared to be a hat and a cloak of sorts. He certainly was slim though and had wavy hair from his hat.

"What the hell?" Cain exclaimed. "How the hell did we mistake a slim girl for this bozo? Is Rosencrantz even in here?"

"She is," Price answered as he turned back to the footsteps. "I can only assume that she came here before we began our stake out, that's evidenced by the latest footsteps. And since there aren't any fresh footprints that lead to the door out of here, we can assume that she's still in the building somewhere."

"… So we waited out in the cold of night for thirty minutes for nothing?" Cain asked with his left eye twitching slightly. "DAMN IT!"

"In any case, Miss Rosencrantz might be in danger," Mustang stated with a nod of his head. "This guy right here is quite strange, we don't know who he is or what he's here for and…"

Mustang would've continued however, he was interrupted by a loud scream that echoed throughout the entire abandoned dorm, making the trio jump slightly before they turned towards the hallway where the footsteps were leading. The scream itself was high pitched and obviously belonged to a young woman of sorts.

"Well," Price stated as the three men ran towards the hallway. "If we didn't think Miss Rosencrantz was here before, we now know for sure!

"Hurry!"

To be continued in the second half of this chapter…