Calixto left a few hours before sunset, wearing the same clothes he wore earlier. Kedi suspected he would return soon, whether he really was the murderer or not, but that was the reason she had kept a few invisibility potions stowed in her satchel. If he came in before her search was over, she'd still be able to take a look around, even if she had to wait for him to look away before she picked anything up.

The lock on the door was harder than she had expected, and it took a few minutes till she heard the click. Thankfully, the guards seemed sparse this evening, so she worked without being bothered. It seemed they'd grown lax in their duty since she'd arrived to do it for them.

Once inside, Kedi bypassed the front of the building and headed for the back room where Calixto had disappeared to retrieve his gold. The front seemed like that of a store, and nothing of true value would be held there.

In the back room, she found a bed, similar to her own at the inn, with a table next to it. A bookcase rested against the opposite wall. All pieces of furniture were bare – not even a fur blanket or pillow graced the hard slab of the wooden bed. There were no books, no cups or plates, or pitchers or jugs, or paintings. It seemed the man didn't care for comforts or decorations.

A ladder in the corner of the room led up to a balcony that overlooked the front while still remaining obscured from visitors. The ladder itself had been partially hidden by the bookcase. It was obvious Calixto had tried to keep the balcony from being discovered. After climbing the ladder, it also became apparent that this was where he really slept. A bedroll was rolled out next to a locked chest, and covered with blankets.

The lock on the chest was even harder to pick than the front door and Kedi was rapidly growing more frustrated, and she was quickly running out of lockpicks after breaking most of them on the damned lock. Eventually, she dropped the picks and kicked the chest, utterly fed up with it.

That's when she heard the key in the front door. She froze as Calixto pushed the door open and entered the house; her breath caught in her throat, silently pleading him not to look up. And then she remembered that she was hidden from her vantage point on the balcony.

Keeping one eye on Calixto as he worked below, Kedi continued her efforts with the chest, trying to remain as silent as possible. She refused to use her potions until she had to, since each only lasted a few minutes. Running out could mean the difference between life and death.

A few more minutes passed without incident, until she heard the scrape of chair legs against the floor. Calixto had finished whatever work he was doing at the desk, and was now heading into the back room. If he looked up while in that room, he'd be able to see her. She pulled a potion from her satchel reluctantly but quickly, and pulled the stopper in preparation.

He kept to the wall below the balcony, but when he placed his hands on the ladder, Kedi slipped the potion down her throat and checked her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief and silently shuffled backwards against the wall. The potion had worked, and she should be able to remain undetectable. With potions, it was always a risk that they were faulty; especially if they were bought outside the Sanctuary and the apothecary had discovered the buyer's link to the Brotherhood.

Kedi lurked in the corner by the chest and waited. If Calixto came close enough, she might be able to slip the key from his pocket. She held her breath as he crouched in front of it and produced the key to unlock it. There was a certain madness now present in his eyes that hadn't been quite as apparent before.

He feverishly pulled the chest open and searched through the contents. Kedi peered in, but only saw dozens of leather bound journals, all without names and largely generic. The matching amulet now hung free from his shirt, hanging in the air and almost glowing in the dim candle light of the room below. He started muttering to himself as he threw journals from the chest, until he found the one he was looking for. He ripped it open, produced a quill pen and began scribbling furiously, surrounded by the various other journals he had liberated from the chest in his haste.

"Stupid Breton… wasted my time… She won't do, no, won't do… Will have to take my frustrations out on the next one… Just can't damage the heart… No, no, no…"

Kedi grimaced. She couldn't leave without that journal, but her potion would soon run out. Calixto showed no sign of leaving, though.

Then she remembered a simple spell from her youth, used to project the caster's voice. It had come in handy whilst playing hide and seek games with the other children, she recalled vaguely. The memories of her past always seemed to remain foggy until she required them. Even then, she remembered just what she needed, and nothing more.

She closed her eyes and cast it. Her heart pounded as she doubted whether it had worked, but she drew reassurance from the mental click. Casting was sometimes like a thief picking an easy lock – it felt natural, and you just knew when it had worked. Still, she coughed quietly to make sure, and was relieved when she heard her own cough from outside the building.

"Calixto!" The call came as though someone was at the door, but the thin man's eyes seemed glazed over and he didn't appear to have noticed.

"Calixto Corrium!" She shouted louder, and his head finally lifted from the journal. With a sigh, he heaved himself to his feet and left the book lying open on the floor, before heading down the ladder. Just as his feet touched the ground, the potion's effects faded and Kedi's own hands appeared in front of her. She grabbed the journal and pored over its contents.

All doubt as to his guilt was erased. The journal Calixto had just been scribbling in was the diary of a mad man, without a doubt. He didn't just miss his sister, he felt responsible for leaving her at home the night she was murdered by a band of Dunmer bandits. And now he strived to recreate Lucilla's skeleton with the bodies of those who belonged to the same race as her killers, and bring her back to life.

Calixto returned from checking the door and began to change his clothes. It seemed he would commit his final killing tonight after all.

When he finally left, Kedi returned her gaze to the journal and glanced at the writings within a few others. The elves had grown wary in the town now, and hardly strayed outside at night – it should take a few hours before he found his next victim.

After her curiosity was satisfied, she slipped the most important journals into her satchel and left the house. That's when Kedi heard the screams.