La la la, it's off to hell we go~

The carnies were very pleased to see everyone enjoying the bath house, but having a squeaky clean fun time wasn't what this circus was all about. the fact the students were getting so palsy with one another was absolutely disappointing, it's like they seemed to have forgotten why they were here. The carnies figured the best way to bring out that proper side of everyone was with a special new motive! A shiny new one! One with an exemplary reward.

The unlocked a rusty gate that had surrounded a building for some time now. As the lights flickered on for the building a big neon sign read out 'ARCADE', and in clear view are plenty of games; old and new, some ranging from the days of Galaga and Space Ace while others seem so brand spanking new you could swear the game wasn't even released yet.

"For your amusement!" A carnie said happily,  "We have a special prize in regards to this machine!"

The carnie pointed out an arcade machine that had been set up with the classic and well-known game of Tetris, beside it was what appeared to be a birdcage with a cloth draped over it.

"Inside that cage is something you'll want to see! Heck maybe it'll remind you of the fact you have fully good reason to kill anyone here!" The carnie giggled, surely a wicked smile behind his mask. "Honest! But if you don't believe me just beat the high score of 8000 and see for yourself~"

Try it here!

The carnies began to prance around outside, at first in random patterns before assembling side by side to make a loose guided pathway, like some sort of mock procession, each having a mop or trumpet or stick or something to point out into the air, forming their own crazy ramshackle arch. One of them stepped forward and hopped onto a nearby soap box, they still had those to stand on? He looked like a clown fallen on hard times, makeup and grease paint fresh, but clothes looking baggy and threadbare. Or were they artfully that way?

“Oh my, oh my, a penny for a beggar man to tell you a tale? No? Well it was worth a try.  You kids gave us such a good laugh with all that killing and finger pointing; we decided to give you a gift! Namely, access to the bath house! Isn't that just grand? Dime or a penny to tell you more? No? Well it was worth a try…”

A set of double doors swung open and a collar attached to a chain shot out at Koneko's neck, gripping it tightly and began to drag her down the long hallway; or rather it reached the doorway before the chain jammed and Koneko fell to the ground. For a moment the carnie and Koneko were both confused; then a jamming noise was heard and the collar around Koneko tightened. She grabbed at it with her right hand and tried to pry it off as the carnies tugged on the chain, it seemed it was stuck. "Oops." A carnie said, "It looks like a machine malfunction occurred!"

As Koneko began to suffocate the carnies began to laugh, she could feel her face begin to turn blue as what little oxygen she had was used up in efforts tog asp for more. Her face began to run purple, all feeling in her body was fading and her vision was becoming blurry. It felt like hours but eventually her face went pale and her body limp, and the students were escorted out.

Just in time for the chain to become unstuck, and her limp fresh corpse was reeled into her real execution. She was tied to a strange pole covered in a rather itchy material, the pole itself appearing to be attached to a square stand. It became apparent that this was no mere pole, but an over sized scratching post.

Electrified gates went up surrounding the scratching post, and three cages were lowered into the room. As the cages slowly opened, out came three hungry looking lions. The smell of a dead body drew them close, and an easy meal after days of starving was just too tempting to pass up. They darted up to the scratching post and clawed at it, the chain, and Koneko's body.

Her figure was torn, harmed, scratched, and otherwise maimed until it fell to the ground; at that point the three lions began to feast upon her. The bloodcurdling smacking of their lips echoed through the empty stage; a gruesome sight the students were spared thanks to Koneko's horrid luck.

Upon closer inspection of the knife a grim truth came to Ritsuka's mind, this knife was none other than the butter knife he and Koneko had agreed to share usage of. It must've been left in the room with them, possibly in easy reach.

The baseball bat beneath Koneko's bed didn't appear to have any blood on it, and the wood is quite smooth; no apparent scratches upon it. Aside from some potential age, the bat seemed completely unused, untouched, and otherwise unscathed.

There wasn't much of interest in regards to the beds that Matthew hadn't already discovered, the slight mess of the bed spread and the baseball bat beneath Koneko's bed were all there was to find it seemed.

But there was something of good interest on the dresser; there appeared to be a slight dent in it along with a small splatter of blood, easily missed by a simple glance of the room. The blood seemed to trickle down a bit, but not very far at all. It was odd to see the furniture of all things damaged, but if it had blood on it there must be something tying it to what happened. Right?

Koneko's bed was too much of a mess on top, it had looked like two people had been sitting on top of it though, as the spread was a bit messy. Ritsuka's bed wasn't too messy either as nothing had really gotten on it aside from Kenneth's jacket and any tugging his body may have done prior to death.

However something catches your eye, beneath Koneko's bed there appears to be a wooden baseball bat. How curious...

Upon careful inspection it was rather clear the knife had been the murder weapon. The blood on it was fairly dry to boot, much like the blood on Kenneth's wounds. Other than that the only important thing to note was where the knife was found; nearby Koneko's right hand, the one not in an arm sling.

Kenneth's body certainly was getting cold, rigor mortis had set in too so it has to have been a few hours since death. The stab wounds on his body were somewhat jagged but were rather small, likely why the assailant felt need to stab him multiple times. There were at least seven stab wounds in the left side of his torso; going up and down along his side in a strange manner.

[EVIDENCE: Condition of Kenneth's body]

As for the blood smear, it was hard to make out as blood had pooled over parts of the splatter but it almost looks like there is a footprint in the blood smear, it might be the killers but it is too messy to accurately make out.

Koneko struggled to move. It took a while but she managed to sit up and rubbed the back of her head, but she didn't speak. Her eyes shot agape and she glanced over at Kenneth's body before breaking into a sweat, crying, and screaming.

It seems that she isn't dead, but she was injured.

It would be best to give her some time to calm down.

At the end of the rose trail was the shared room of Koneko and Ritsuka, the door struggled to be open, but when it was the sight would make anyone with a weak stomach slam it closed immediately.

Inside was Kenneth Campbell and Koneko Burakku; on one end of the room Kenneth's body was slumped up against Ritsuka's bed with his jacket resting on Koneko's bed. On the other side rested Koneko, lying flat on the floor aside form her head which leaned up against her dresser. There were multiple stab wounds easily visible on Kenneth, and the blood spilling out was the obvious source of the pool of blood that was beneath him yet there was an odd smear visible. His expression was none too pleasant either; a look of shock and pain plastered upon it. Koneko's body seemed much less harmed, with no visible wounds but she was clearly unconscious at the least. There was also a bloodied knife resting on the floor, a potential murder weapon.

It wasn't a pretty picture, it was terrible, heart breaking.Despite everyone's desire for safety and peace, there had been a spark.On that day they would remember it as the start of their stay at the most despair inducing carnival, The Apelpisía.

INVESTIGATION START!

As the days pass by the carnies begin to seem a little on edge, constantly excited and keeping an eye on the students more than usual. Whatever has them riled up surely has to do with the students stuck at the carnival, it is the only explanation for such undivided attention. Could it be they know something they don't?

But they already know quite a lot the children don't.

So what could it be?

The Pirate gets a bit of rope, yo ho ho! (small rope)

The Pool Shark gets a little green poison, goes with his personality!

The Librarian gets some rope as well, with instructions! A nerds gotta read! (length of rope)

The Blacksmith got a clear poison! It's like an invisible box!

The Psychic receives a baseball bat, hit us a home run kiddie!

The Fire eater gets a switchblade so he can practice his sword swallowing!

The Pierrot gets brass knuckles, now that's a good punch line!

The Illusionist gets some small explosives perfect for a dismembering act!

The Ventriloquist gets a gun, why throw your voice when you can throw a bullet?

The Humbug gets darts! More than one! He's just that selfish!

The Unlucky gets a butter knife, it's butter than nothing!

The Man eater gets knives! PLURAL! That's gotta be like at least three knives two many!