Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

leather.

I

escaped from the start that pervaded Kerys as soon as he saw him. And I remembered a detail note wearing a balaclava in the skin when used to make a visit.

But I didn't even have time to reflect on the implications of this discovery, because the on-screen appeared, framed in the person of our

game master kept chained with a pair of handcuffs. Professor Bonavick seemed confused, but he was awake, alive. Drugged, perhaps, a view of the expression is lost: but not enough to not understand what was happening and to feel pain.

"Welcome to the scene of the crime, the unrepentant," said the figure is dead, whose voice was changed, as when we had locked up in the football field.

Impossible to define if it was a man or a woman, so I tried to focus on his eyes, the only thing visible through the mask that he wore. But the recovery was of too low quality, the red lights of the room undermined the colors and creating shadows exaggerated on his features.

We had no choice, if you do not stand to look at it. Powerless, and we stayed to listen to his words.

"You already know the rules, but I remember. You can't go on, right up to when the case is not resolved. If you try to escape you will be killed. And if you can understand what is the crime and the culprit in time, maybe you can save your professor. You have an hour, then your gas masks will stop working. The game will start when the timer will begin to scroll. The only clue I can give you is that each of us has an obsession. And remember: anyone, including you, mind."

The screens were turned off, except one: the one in front of where she was sitting Peachlyn Drew. Leaned her neck to get a better look, and all the boys did the same. Stay with the breath with that contraption in the face was a terrible thing. The hooded figure pulled out a knife.

"What are you doing?" asked Draven.

Now we are all afraid. All except her, because she was afraid only of me.

It was Kerys to respond. "A red room is a room of torture, in the deep web are very popular. People look at direct people

to stain the hands of the worst crimes have on the victims suffer and suffer tortures. Sometimes, even the murders are real".

And while the hooded figure grabs the professor Bonavick to the neck with the intention of starting his work, I heard the gas masks issue a small electronic sound.

The countdown had just begun.

Chapter 18

Angel face, Davil thoughts

The craze is just another

the form of love.

Kerys

There are situations in which no one prepares you for ever.

You can study all of the manuals that we have, to follow the lessons properly, listen to the experiences of others. But when you're in it, you, just you with your instinct.

And at times, even the instinct deceives us. Because, after all, we are the best manipulators of ourselves.

No matter how much we try to convince ourselves of what is the right step to do, in the end, for those like me, the end point will always be the same.

We do, that we don't make peace with ourselves, are we destined to go the wrong way whatever road we take is the only thing that we can hope to do is the least evil as possible.

But there macchieremo always something, because if not we

do what is necessary, no one else will be willing to do it.

The cry of the deep pain that threw Bonavick I broke his heart. The taken aback and I flipped in my chest, leaving me breathless watching, shocked.

The others had already turned his head. But I, and Davil we were fixed on the screen he watched the hooded figure trying to find any details, I was dazed from the dark room and the lights red and glowing.

It was not clear what Bonavick same suffering, the hooded figure he was premurando of us not to recognize his

techniques. Paring down, it seemed. That mask...

"Why torture him?" I then asked, concentrated.

We had a case to work on and little time available, but I could do without asking why our game master you were pushed so far to recover. Maybe he was putting in the game on him.

"In the case of the red room is simple and fun," I answered immediately Davil.

"I don't understand how to have fun in the look or in a thing like this," was my first thought, expressed incorrectly aloud.

"Why have you never tried." Everyone's eyes settled on him, intrigued. "You should have read more carefully the books that you have been assigned for the course. Do not be so baffled. However, there's one thing you have reason, maybe there is another reason behind".

"What would you say?" "It is

taking advantage to make himself say something. But I wonder if Bonavick knows something that is no to us."

The professor threw

another cry of terror through the speakers of the screen. Behind the two figures, I noticed only at t picture hanging: the dahlia black.

The duct of the ventilation seemed

to have reduced the release of the gas, but I was sure that at the end of that time he would

more stronger than before.

Draven looked down quickly

the volume to avoid listening beyond. Peachlyn was back to crying in despair. And Hewitt was shocked a mask of fear.

I focalizzai again him help

them understand what would have been our next move. Davil looked around thoughtfully, looking for a starting point. But even he did not know where to start.

And those gas masks related to the head did not help at all. I tried to find the clarity of mind, and I thought back to when we were closed in the locker room of the football field.

"There is no template". I tried to say through the filter of the mask. "In the locker room was drawn to Ally, but here there is nothing."

"What could it mean?" It was Hewitt to ask for it.

"Perhaps this is not a physical crime. No one has been assaulted".

I tried to speak, while I went with the attention on the screen.

Bonavick was lying on the ground and the assailant was

upon him, hiding his life's work, but the puddle of blood that was

creating at his feet was visible. Although the room was all red because of the lights, that spot the lord requires more than black, thick like oil.

"I have to call the detective". Davil grabbed the phone from the pocket. "I have to tell him to look for Bonavick, wherever it is".

You stepped aside to call the detective for the second time in a matter of ten minutes. I moved my attention on Peachlyn, which continued to show a shocked expression, and breathing at an uneven pace.

For all that time, I had not the slightest thought that she could have any kind of trouble. Peachlyn was kind, maybe sometimes her head was in the clouds, but it was not as a River. It was true that she and I did

know one another well, that I had never had the opportunity to speak to the duty, but I still couldn't process the theory of Davil, and Hewitt.

I knew, however, that the same part of the mania was to manipulate others so that they can see the insecurities and the rot hides behind the crank. I thought back to what he had told the story of that encounter with the boy Cassidy. For me, it was difficult to distinguish the symptoms, Davil definitely easier to recognize episodes of mania. But I could do without asking instead Hewitt as he had done to co