Fall of NRC!?

Rook's Melancholy and the Final Act Plan

In the next few days, Rook locked himself in his room, not coming out at all. Not during school time, not during meal times or club activities.

Every day, Vil and Epel would bring meals and afternoon tea and left them on his door, but they always remained untouched.

"Come on. How long are you gonna remain like this?" Vil impatiently knocked on Rook's door.

"Skipping meals is not good for you, Rook-senpai," said Epel, holding a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sausages and grilled tomatoes.

"Please...leave me alone. I will eat when I want to," said Rook, with trembling in his voice.

Vil and Epel sighed. They left the tray on the door and walked away.

For the first time, Rook finally opened his door. He glanced at the tray and took it back to his room.

Rook's room was a mess: His wallpaper torn, revealing all the photos he had taken, his binoculars and camera broken into bits, his rubbish bin, desk lamp and photo frame knocked over, his hats being stepped on and covered in footprints, and his pillows torn to shreds, leaving the floor full of feathers.

As for Rook himself, he looked like a prisoner that has been beaten: He was pale, had dark circles under his eyes, dried lips and significantly lost a lot of weight.

Rook placed the tray on his desk and finally started to eat. He managed to finish his orange juice, but when he took a bite of the sausage, he immediately shoved the whole tray onto the ground and vomited.

"BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!!" Rook puked. He then crawled back to his bed, lying down flat. "Just seeing food makes me sick..."

He would never forget about Helena's confession that day...

(Flashback)

"Bring me to the police station. I will tell you everything."

At the police station, the police started interrogating both Rook and Helena.

"So Miss Stevens, you claimed that you know who is responsible for all those horrible events at the school. So, who is it?" said the police man.

"It's...me," 

Rook and the police man opened their mouth wide, staring at Helena.

"I did all of them. Ace, the stones, Epel...I'm responsible for all of them,"

"Wait...so you're confessing your crimes now?" said the police man, looking confused. Helena nodded.

"I did this under the order of a group. Twisted Soldiers, to be exact."

"WHAT!?" Both Rook and the police man exclaimed. Then the room went silent.

"It's...it must be a joke, right? Come on Helena, we're serious business here! Don't make jokes like that!" said Rook.

Helena turned to Rook, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not joking Rook...I've been part of Twisted Soldiers...for five years already..."

"No...this can't be...it's not true!" said Rook, pulling his hair.

"I'm sorry, Rook...I'm so sorry...!" Helena buried her face into her hands and wept.

"No! You liar! You can't be one of them!" said Rook. He then bursted out of the room and ran.

"Mr Hunt! Wait!" said the policeman.

"Please, sir...Rook has nothing to do with this. Please listen to what I have to say!" begged Helena. The policeman sighed and sat down.

"I will tell you everything, including the group's plans in the future. I will also give you the list of members of Twisted Soldiers. I want to make things right and repent my sins by taking the group down!"