POV CHANGES (JOHN)
This Frank guy is so slow and dumb, bringing a trojan horse like me into 1-A. Glad no one knows or will ever know the fact that I inherited the genes of a detective. "Spill out thy subject, Frank." I said out of sheer curiosity. "Psychology" he replied quite fast. My opinion of him changed, even if partially, it did change when I heard of this. I strengthened my guard because psychology students are no joke, specifically in an elite school where only the people with some sort of mental illness take psychology. However, that far at least, Frank was a great servant.
People of 1-A also knew of my position in the school hierarchy in the first years, the only section that didn't respect me was 1-C as Santos was considered my strongest and only rival. 1-D, the final segment, was filled with losers blinded by love, Romance wouldn't be a bad thing but they just overdid everything. Every time I went to that delusional section, I felt like bawling out. They had no emotion other than "love", no respect, no anger, nothing, it was hard to even classify them as humans. That aside, something strange I had noticed was Frank's behavior in the few days after we met, he hadn't been talking to Patricia either.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere began to gloom down, and the weather transformed from somewhat warm to cold and dead. It felt like it was going to rain as well since the wind picked up speed continuously swaying the trees around at an uncontrollable rate. I was expecting something unusual and that's when I heard quite a deep voice speak out, with I supposed a megaphone as there were no speakers around this school area, "Look around you, the world is dark right now, you might be wondering why and yes, this is the perfect time to announce to you a piece of disheartening news. Someone or a group of some people among you is a murderer, a highly skilled one at that, take your time to find them out and get prepared as the school is no longer the same, a certain curse might have started its effect, hence... The game has begun."
Hearing this, others didn't seem much worried, or at least not as worried as myself. Frank just laughed it off calling it a joke played by one of the students out there. If Frank wasn't with me, I would have wholeheartedly believed that the announcer was Frank himself. It couldn't be Patricia because her voice was unbelievably high pitched so who was it? My mind was quite hazy for some time due to the constant brainstorming added with the influx of a number of suspicions even among my own classmates. I tried looking at Frank and communicating with him to try to steal out as much information as possible. "How doth the boy sustain such calmness?" I thought as I kept gazing at him and surprisingly, everything seemed normal about him, his body language, his movement, his heart rate, his speech, etc. There was not even a single sign of stress in his body, I wondered if he was just too dumb to realize or so smart that he managed to hide every single detail carefully. This was the first time, in my entire life when I had to doubt my guts and increase my heart rate for no apparent reason. I always thought I was some kind of a God that could do anything, solve anything as long as I had the power of just my guts.
Frank and I were heading towards the canteen for the last meal before a holiday and came to know about the ruckus that was going on. That is when I found out the fact that Raviolo was nowhere to be found, some people were blaming Udon for it as he was the last person everyone saw Raviolo with. I was baffled by the news since I wasn't expecting something like this just a month into this school. I asked about this to second or third years and they were equally shocked as this is the first time someone just got lost from the school in their time here. It was also rumored that Raviolo escaped through the school gates and went on his own. Frank suddenly said, "Lord John, I would like to bid you farewell for the time being." I turned his proposal down and dragged him along with me to search for Udon. I still suspected him because his eyes possibly showed a bit of joy after hearing about the incident or I was just hallucinating, my mind wasn't really working at that moment so I couldn't think properly.
Dusk was falling rapidly but I still had no clue about Raviolo and Udon. Others around had calmed down and went into their own dorms but I thought something was wrong so I still kept searching while also occupying Frank. In the dark, I noticed Santos walking alone so I went up to him.
Me: "Santos! What brings you here at this time of the day?"
Santos: "Just taking a walk around, I have the same question for you as well but before that..."
(Santos squints at Frank)
Santos: "... Who are you?"
Frank: "I am Frank Esophen from 1-A, it's a pleasure to meet-"
Me: "Don't worry about him, simply forget his presence, he's my little servant."
Santos: "..." coughs "Okay, now back to the original question."
Me: "Why I'm out here? Well, there is no particular reason, it's just that as the king of this school, I have to be on the lookout as I am worried about my dear peasants."
Santos: "Oh so you're investigating Raviolo and Udon's case?"
Me: "You might as well be right."
Santos: "That's great, I was thinking about it too, want to shake hands for this once?"
Me: "Work together? Hah, who the hell are thee to work with me? I have to solve this case all alone, taking a weakling like thou is only a burden."
(Santos sighs)
Santos: "Oh, is that how it is. I don't mind, I'll be working on my own or with others that are willing to cooperate, you do you."
His carefree tone had annoyed me once again but I didn't want to express anything so bid farewell and left the conversation. Unexpectedly, Frank tripped on a rock and hurt his knees badly, I wasn't the type to pity people but still, I felt a bit sad for him and so let him go for the night. However, I found out after he went, that there was a piece of paper lying on the spot where he tripped. I sat on a bench nearby and began to go through the paper under the gleaming moonlight.
"Dear 6 18 1 14 11, I..."