Tap, tap, tap.
Renard, dragging the young man behind him, walked down the hallway of a floor that looked nice with its ornate square-shaped windows and long carpet leading to a grand staircase.
"Where did you find the body? Where?!" Renard shouted.
"Up the staircase," the young man whispered.
"Why were you here, huh?" Renard asked. "This is a teacher-only area."
"I-I am Johnson's assistant!" The young man shouted. "I was told to bring him the books from his class!"
"Hmph, fine." Renard pushed aside the young man, who stumbled and crashed against the wall.
As Renard reached the staircase, he saw that the steps of the stairs had a trail of blood trickling down them, almost like the staircase was an arm that had been cut open.
While avoiding the blood, he made his way up the stairs and soon saw an arm dangling lifelessly off the edge of the stairs, its fingers cold to touch.
