Ludwig blinked at Feliciano's reply. He could've sworn he had heard someone in here. "Feli…I'm starting to get worried. As to how much time's left. You've been back for two days and two nights…we need to get a move on finding who killed you" Ludwig grumbled, his grip on Feliciano tightening. Feliciano felt that familiar stabbing in his chest, only not by a knife. "Ludwig…I found out what will happen to me…if I don't find who killed me…" he spoke weakly, his tone of voice making Ludwig shift uncomfortably. "Is it bad?" Ludwig's voice wobbled through his broken throat. His throat was so used to screaming lately, he had gotten so used to the pain that was once non-existent. "I-I disappear…forever…from memory and from time…" Feliciano whispered grimly. Ludwig tightened his grip further on Feliciano's arm. He was holding him like a child on their first day of school. The thought of losing him again was strong and fresh in his mind. "Feliciano. I swear it, I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that won't happen. I promise you"

That look his eyes. God it was going to kill him one day. Ludwig's face was pale, with an expression of both hope and worry. Which emotion would stand out the most at the end? Feliciano was frightened of death. He could still remember the warmth that spread through his chest that night. The warmth of his blood splattering on his shoes. The metallic taste in his throat. The pain...it made him wonder what it would feel like if he failed to expose his killer. Would it hurt to disappear forever? Was he even alive right now to begin with?

"Hey...Luddy, can you do me a favor and listen for my heartbeat?" Feliciano asked quietly. Ludwig looked a tad puzzled at first, but complied, leaning his ear onto Feliciano's chest. Still. On that night, Feliciano could remember it all too well, his blood pulsated out of him like a coursing river. Now, it was as still as a frozen lake. Ludwig lifted up Feliciano's top and tried again against his bare chest. Maybe he couldn't hear it right the first time. Still, nothing at all. "...nothing. You really are like a corpse. Only warm and full of life. This isn't scientifically possible. There has to be a manual somewhere about how the human body works. That is certainly impossible" Ludwig whispered in disbelief, "So you're not alive. But you're not dead either...it's almost as if your soul is bound to your body, but your body just doesn't function like it used to when you were in control of it...this is surreal". Feliciano slid his shirt back down and looked worryingly to the side of him. How would he react to his ability to vanish? Now or never, he has to know somehow.

I'm dead. I don't exist here anymore. I died three weeks ago. Feliciano repeated those phrases and anything similar in his head over and over with his eyes tightly shut. When he opened them again, he found Ludwig looking around confusingly, his eyes dull and reddened. "What...was I doing here...?" he murmured to himself. Feliciano's heart shattered a little when he heard his voice. It was far more cracked and weakened from before. It didn't have that eccentric tone he had when he was yelling or when he was proud. Now that he remembered it, Matthew mentioned when he turned invisible, the world around him acted as though he really was dead. Was Ludwig losing sleep? Was Ludwig screaming or crying a lot while he was away? "Feli...what's your will doing here..." he croaked through his strained voice, lifting up the will and flipping it over to see Lovino's signature on the back. Ludwig's eyes started to water. Feliciano couldn't take it anymore. I'm alive! I'm alive! I exist here! Feliciano thought to himself, clenching his hands. Ludwig snapped his gaze to Feliciano suddenly. "Good idea Feli, we should look through your will to find the likely suspects!" He spoke eagerly, a small, hopeful smile on his face "That will surely produce some results". Looking down to his shoes, Feliciano loosened his clenched fists. "You...didn't notice I was gone?" Feliciano asked quietly. "Uh...no...you were here the whole time Feli...unless you count the last few weeks...even then I could never forget you!" Ludwig said, his tone growing serious suddenly. "Ah, yeah, right of course..." he mumbled quietly, "Let's take a look at the will then!"

"As the last remaining man of the Vargas residence and enterprises, I give Ludwig Beilschmidt 30% of the money gathered by the late Feliciano Vargas, as he was closer to Feliciano even I was sometimes. Roderich Edelstine and Elizabeta Héderváry will receive 55% of the money, as they raised my brother and I after the passing of our Grandfather. The rest of his money will belong to me, to carry on the family name and take over his businesses to keep the Vargas family going strong- Lovino Vargas"

Jealousy? Or just plain spitefulness. Feliciano didn't feel comfortable looking at all his hard earned cash being divided so unequally. "So...Roderich and Elizabeth...I've heard of them! They are renowned for that fancy hotel on the edge of town aren't they? Looks like a massive mansion, it's no wonder they get so many tourists" Ludwig mumbled, deep in thought. "They wouldn't kill me! Well, a month before I died...I did hear of that health scandal in the hotel that nearly got them closed down...but...That wouldn't be a satsifactory enough reason to kill me!" Feliciano huffed impatiently. "That health scandal...I don't believe I saw it in the news..." "A dead body was found in the cellar, it had been decaying for a few months...the eyes, tongue and hands were severed off" Feliciano shivered, "nobody knows who did it. There isn't enough evidence to support it was Elizabeta or Roderich so they're guessing it was someone who stayed there". The story made a shiver run down Ludwig's spine. "You don't think...maybe that person was the same person who killed you?" "It's possible. But their killing style makes no sense. Wouldn't they cut out my eyes, tongue and hands if it were them that got me?" "Uh...yeah...about that Feli...I don't think you have any reconciliation as to what happened in the morgue do you?" Ludwig coughed awkwardly. Feliciano blinked in shock. "You don't mean...after I was killed...they did the same thing?!" he quietly spoke with a cold chill down his spine. "Me and Lovino were granted special access to see you before the funeral to give a more personal farewell...your eyes were closed and your wrists had stitches covered with foundation..." Ludwig mumbled under his breath, "I think this killer has a quirk. That gives us a clue at least."

Eyes, tongue and hands...what did all of them have in common? That he realized. If they came back like him, they couldn't tell someone who killed them. If they couldn't see, they couldn't find their loved ones. If they couldn't speak, they couldn't use sign language either. The killer must have known of the dead coming back to life when they were murdered! Feliciano began to hyperventilate. What if they were looking for him?! What if they knew?! "Lu-Ludwig...I think...I think I've worked it out..." he squeaked through his rapid breaths, his face growing paler than milk, "We...we need to see Roderich..."