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With the amount of papers scattered across the coffee table, you'd think she was a detective already. But no, she was just a simple, Criminal Psychology student with the coolest professor ever. In front of her was all the pieces to what appeared to be a set of murders that had no seeming like and a list of suspects. One of them was a serial killer. You would start to notice something was strange with this when you realized that one of the victims was Saya Oda herself. With the other seven being some of her classmates.

This was why she had the coolest professor ever. He had designed all the murders, all the suspects, everything, as the best winter break homework ever to be created. Their job was simple, link the murders and find the killer. Saya would be lying if she said she didn't have fun being dressed up and posing for the victim pictures. Each victim had some fun quirks to them that were individual for each person. Saya had put up one heck of a fight before being stabbed to death.

Saya sat on the floor, with her back against the couch. Other than the papers, the coffee table also held a cup of hot apple cider, as well as a notebook and pencil, which already had notes scrawled into it. Stone colored eyes were sweeping across the file she current held in her hands. This was the fourth victim she had gone over today, making notes about things that may have linked them together. She was starting to get an idea, but to be sure she'd have to go through the rest of the files as well.

Before she could get much further, a sound on her computer indicated that she had just recieved an email. The future detective in her wanted to ignore it, but the social part of her said to take a look. Another moment of glancing at the mess on her coffee table, and she decided to listen to the social part. She could ignore emails when there were actually lives at stake. With a sigh, the dark haired woman got to her feet and went over to the computer desk. She clicked on the email and started reading. Halfway through, she got up from the desk, quickly she grabbed the pencil from the table and pulled an unused notebook from a shelf that was overflowing with crime novels, psychology textbooks, and notebooks. Then she returned to the desk.

As she finished reading, Saya began to write things down in the notebook. The detective in her wanting to solve this case that actually meant saving lives.

[center][i]Coma victims. All have The World accounts. Comas caused by game? Flashing lights messing with brain waves? Possible seizures beforehand. Victims have anything in common besides The World? Investigation needed.[/i][/center]

There was no question about it, Saya would be at that meeting. She did have to work tonight, but she was working the crazy shift at the bar. She wasn't starting work until 8 P.M. she'd have plenty of time to meetup with her friends. If anybody else was even interested in this.

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Duskwalker was the lowest level player out of all her friends. Between working nights at the bar, classes, and a lot of complex but extremely fun homework to do, she just didn't have as much time to play as the others. But that suited her style just fine. She usually left combat to them, her skills lay in the same areas as it did in reality. Finding things, solving puzzles, and noticing things far before anyone else did. But that was fine with her, she wasn't in the game to get to max level, she wanted to explore dungeons and uncover secrets.

Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground was probably the prettiest area she had ever explored. At the same time, it was rather eerie, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. For a moment, she just stood by the Chaos Gate, examining the world around her. There were no signs of anyone else here yet, at least outside. There was no point in hanging around there much longer. The Knuckle Master made her way to the large doors of the cathedral, before entering inside.

She was greeted by the sight of two familiar figures standing inside. "Hey Allegory, Grimsley. I was worried I'd be the only one interested in this." She said with a wave. Duskwalker's brown eyes swept around the room, taking in everything around her. The detective in her making it's way to the surface. "This place feels, too peaceful, too quiet. It's as if it was meant to be something more important, but was forgotten about. I, don't like it."