"He's not supposed to die!" I say, my eyes wide. "This can't be it. It has to be something else!" I yell.
As if on cue, I see Toby walk through the door. I turn my head in his direction to see he had blood on his clothes.
"What is it?" Slender said to him. Toby rubs the back of his neck.
"Well, we, uh, took Y/n's advice to look for Oliver. So we started over near the neighborhood where their mission was.
After looking around for some time... we..."
"We found this." Tim said, stepping into the room, holding up a camera. I raise an eyebrow.
"A camera?" I say in confusion. He shakes his head.
"No. The camera is mine. You're not the only one entitled to make documentaries." He joked, trying to lift the mood. I rarely hear Tim of all people, trying to lift someone's mood.
"It's what I took pictures of." Maybe they got a clue!
"Well what are you waiting for? Show us." I say excitedly. Toby sends a questioning look at Slender. He nods so Toby mutters a small 'ok'.
Tim brings the camera up and puts it in my hand gently. Looks like he treasures his camera as much as I did.
I look at the first picture and see a trail of blood in the snow, my smile fades. What was weird was, there was no footprints or anything, just blood.
I click to the next one and see a sight so horrifying, I wish I hadn't asked to see the camera.
I stare at the picture with my mouth dropped open.
In the small frame I could see a visibly dead body, leaned up against a tree. By
the way the trees were huddled together, it must have been deep in the woods.
The body was bleeding from multiple bullet wounds and it's head was down. But I already knew who it was.
The strange part was that, again, there were no footprints around him, just blood.
And probably the weirdest part of all, was that on the tree above him, words were carved. They didn't look like they were carved with a knife, more like a laser or something like that.
The carving looked like a pair of wings spread out above his head. With the words 'Custodem Animarum' between the wings.
I stop trying to deny it and instead look down. Not tears came, it's not that I was holding them back, they just weren't there.
"I'm sorry." I mutter.
"Huh?" I hear in front of me. I look up slightly.
"I can't remember how, but I have a feeling this was my fault. It had to have been."
"Y/n... it isn't your fault." I hear Tim say in an understanding tone. I shake my head.
I know it was. But that's okay. I know that grief and sadness won't fix anything." I smile and yawn.
"I'm going to go take a nap." I say. I stand up and walk past Toby and Tim, and right out the door. Leaving the confused men standing still.
