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The doors to their room creaked open. Hard, rhythmic footsteps pounded on the wood inside the bedroom.
He’s inside.
Fuck.
Karl squatted in the corner of the closet, holding his knees to his chest. The small murmurings he accidentally let escape his mouth gave them away, fuck, fuck, he’s such an idiot. He holds his breath now, a hand covering his mouth.
He looks to Lord Sebastian beside him, who was properly wasted. He still held a bottle of wine despite the circumstances, but was being surprisingly quiet, which was good enough for Karl. His legs were sprawled out as much as they could and the bottle laid beside him, his body partly limp from the alcohol. Karl tensed up at the silence in the room, but it wasn’t empty.
He was still inside.
The footsteps returned, this time aimed directly at the closet. No, no no no no, fuck! Anywhere else, any other closet, not this one! Karl panicked as the steps stopped right in front of them.
The door on Sebastian’s side moved, and what little light was left in the room creeped into the closet.
Karl pinched his eyes shut, freezing. He thought about what would happen if he died. Would he just be able to go back like last time? But no, Isaac was still dead after him, which meant…
Fuck.
He thought of his friends, happy memories filling his mind. He mentally apologized to them, he let them all down when he was only trying to help.
He thought of his lovers. His fiances that he would never get to marry. He apologized to them too.
After a moment of silence, Karl questioningly looked over to Sebastian.
“Ohhhhh, heyyy Ol- hgk!” He was violently cut off, a sword plunging into his chest. Karl watched in horror as another friend was killed right in front of him in the same way. He let out a small noise of exclamation, covering his mouth again briskly after.
The sword was ripped out of Sebastian’s chest, blood flinging onto the closet walls and Karl’s clothes. His body limply fell to the floor, the wine bottle sent tumbling with him. Karl could only stare in shock, blood beginning to pool at the bottom of the closet. He could smell the metal-like scent, his stomach churning. Karl lurched up, backing away as far as he could from the body. The lights outside flickered, coming back to life.
Karl’s gaze was still stuck on Sebastian, but he moved his feet slowly towards the closet door. His hand shook as he moved to open the door, his entire body shaking at this point. His foot unexpectedly met open air and he tumbled out of the closet, landing hard on the wooden floor of the bedroom. He heard voices outside, calling out for the other members of the party that were still alive. Karl looked around the room frantically to find Oliver looking near as horrified as him, perched up on the bed.
Wait, Oliver?
Karl recalled Sebastian's last words and came to a realization.
The killer was standing right in front of him.