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After his attempt at a deductive remark, Daimyon was once again relegated to the sidelines. The focal point of the discussion turned to the blood-tipped badge; the Infinites wanted to make the seemingly out-of-place clue fit into the grand narrative. In accordance with that effort, the sword of Damocles mostly hung above Max, though Bliss was not fully cleared of suspicion yet. Despite theories of various possibility swirling in his head, Daimyon decided to remain silent and not point fingers at either of them until something decisive came up and instead try to keep up with the discussion. It was not the most difficult task, for the case seemed to be sputtering ahead at a sluggish pace.

That is, until tragedy struck.

Felix expired right in front of the group's eyes. The free runner who Daimyon had so diligently practised with before the concert and who he had so merrily chatted with at the party collapsed from his podium, falling into a pool of his own blood, his life robbed from him prematurely, horribly. Exactly like Mercy's. The shock kept the word within the poet, which then burst into his mind, sparking twisted inspiration there. He took his pen and gave the words another, better deserved outlet.

[center][color=seagreen]Life! How fleeting you are,
One moment you shine
With radiance, in the next
You die, gone in a glance.

Yet, this house of cards
Was knocked over duly
Not by wind but by hand,
Shoved off with cruelty.

What is life that is
Extinguished in its prime?
An unfulfilled promise,
A broken, languished hope.

May your memory live forever
Like a phoenix, may it rise
May we always know who you were
Rest in peace, Felix.[/color][/center]

Though the letters and short lines flowed freely onto the paper, when Daimyon was done, he had to realise that he had already missed plenty of new information. The discussion leaders spoke up one after the other as Felix's gruesome death appeared to serve as a jolt to the weary Infinites, pushing them to solve the case and take revenge on the villain responsible for the murders. It was another inspiring scene, but the poet fought off his urge to put it into words, instead taking the effort to collect the missing pieces of information. First, they determined the unlikely murder weapon: an umbrella, which Felix had accidentally rammed into during the dance. The poet shivered as a deathly chill ran down his spine. He was, against his own wishes, already imagining what would have happened if [i]he[/i] was the clumsy one. His feeling of terror only intensified when Noel accused [i]Mercy[/i], the other victim, of murderous intent.

[color=seagreen]“Impossible...”[/color] he muttered, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. He could not shake the terrifying idea that he could have been doomed if he simply had chosen a different dance partner until Max's furious roar shook him back to attention. The police officer was the most distraught over Felix's death; Daimyon could see the overpowering grief turn into tears in his eyes. He wondered about the two's dynamic, about all the aspects of the free runner he did not get to know and how he never would get another chance now. It was perhaps the realisation that saddened him the most.

The accusing eye turned back towards Bliss, the owner of the deadly umbrella, and she was forced to defend herself once more.
[color=seagreen]“Yes! She was with me throughout said time, I can vouch for that! I also do not believe she had done anything malicious in the kitchen...”[/color] Daimyon tried to back the nanny up, though his conviction was also shaken. Fortunately, Krista managed to clear her name shortly after.

And all of a sudden, they ran out of suspects, leaving only one, distressing explanation: that Mercy planned and carried out the murder all by herself. There was a moment of silence as the group tried to process the idea, in which the poet found it fit to speak up.

[color=seagreen]“I...don't understand,”[/color] he admitted with a frown on his face. [color=seagreen]“Though it revolts my heart, I am willing to accept the idea that Mercy could have plotted the heinous act that took Felix's life. However, the doctor herself also perished! How could she die if she was the one who set everything up? [i]‘Live by the sword, die by the sword’[/i], they say...could it have been a mere accident with the fatal weapon? Is there truly no one else involved in this matter...?”[/color]