Leo stood still as the behemoth walked past him and into the cottage. Someone who killed his best friend...
Leo grabbed out his notebook and started rifling through it as Daniel searched the cottage. He had an inkling that Daniel had meant Eduardo Trinidad-Villa, academically strong, emotionally nonexistent, socially negligible. The two had been associates of...dubious friendliness. But then, Daniel could be meaning anyone on the football team...ah, Trinidad-Villa. Killed by Darnell Butler on the third day.
Makes sense. Plus, I don't remember hearing about any football players dying, off the top of my head.
"Hmm...that fork's not gonna cut it. Maybe if you found a spare weapon laying around after the carnage, we could share?"
"What? Oh, right." Leo pushed the notebook into his bag and looked around. He could see no weapons in the immediate area. Sighing, he rolled his head around, and stopped. His eyes came to rest on the well. Not like there's anything else to do.
Leo walked over to the well and peered inside.
"Well, hello there."
The sunlight, dulled by the persistent rain, glinted off a small sword lodged in...
Francis Temple. Rich. Technologically savvy. Completely insufferable.
Leo winced at the sight of the body, the neck blown to pieces and the sword wedged in his chest. The well was deep, but still...
"Daniel? I have something you might want to see..."