"By the time you read this, i'll be dead."

That was what the letter on my friend's door said. We had all gathered trying to stop her for whatever reason she wanted to commit sucide, but the strangest thing. We found a map. She had marked it specifically.

We went to the location which was a abandonded warehouse. The lights turned on and the doors locked suddenly. It was isolated, so no windows.

"Welcome dear friends!"Echoed a voice. "We have invited you to our lovely party, aren't you honored?"It aked mockingly. "Who are you?!"May shouted. Connor was leaning on the wall. Remi was looking around for a cause of the voice.

A noise was heard as we turned. A dead, mutilated corpse fell with a sword in her heart. Alice was dead. Killed. And when i look back, i don't see how i never recognised that the writing wasn't Alice's.

A figure stepped out with a cloak on and red eyes that peirced your soul. He pulled out the sword and a silver object floated from Alice. Was this a joke? He looked up. "Call me Spector." He smiled mockingly. "Happy to see your friend?"
"...Oh, wait. She's dead."He finished with a smirk.

Remi was staring, trying to believe it was a dream. Connor was enjoying this like it was some horror movie. May was sitting beside Alice.

"Spector" smirked. "Let the games begin..."He said, vanishing.