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Liam glanced around nervously. Well, what was living without breaking the rules? And, rules were made to be broken...
Right?
You know, all the cliches?
Right?
Liam sighed. "Fine," he mumbled. "I suppose we could do a bit of... exploring."

Liam ran his hands along the wall next to the door.
"To hell with this," he said, producing a lighter. Its orange glow, although small, was plenty bright in the overwhelming darkness of the room they now stood in. The room was completely and utterly empty, but the scent of bleach was harsh on Liam's nostrils, as if someone was trying to hide something...
Blood.
The underlying coppery smell hit his sense receptors and he felt his stomach growling for sustinence.
"What happened here?" he gasped.

Isabelle looked around the little light allowing her plenty of light to see details in the room, not that there were any to see. "Ugh..." she said getting a slight headache from the smell of bleach, she also smelled the blood, getting closer to a wall she looked at it closely, she saw splatters of old blood on the wall and more on the floor around it; walking around she found a stained area that was once a wet puddle of blood bending down she ran a hand over it and shivered, "Someone was murdered in here." she whispered.

Mike initially ignored the terrified male, instead choosing to stare at the door, but when he registered the slight fear in the boy, he turned to him and scribbled a note. You did nothing except call for help and then tried to turn us away. He turned back to the door and took mental notes of it. 'Old, wooden, the way it closed it's heavy, possible ash. Very scratched up, closer to the bottom it looks like there were claw marks and a stain, blood maybe. Can smell bleach, small trace of blood, but that seems to be coming from inside the room.' He looked to the right of the door and noticed a small item on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and examine it.

Mike ignores Yank O's question and picks up the item on the floor: a dried flower. The leaves were palmate, the blooms hooded and clustered, though he could not identify the color. He turned and handed the dried flower to Yank O, scribbling him a note. Aconite?

He took the flower from mike and examined it as mike scribbled something on a paper"oh,this flower is from a unique type,its called the..." then he was interrupted by mike"aconite??i wonder what is the meaning of that word?"he stared at mike"this flowers name is called the hollyhock,it only grows in japan, i wonder what has brought it to Chicago???"

He looked at the wall carefully"oh no mike,its not Aconite! its acolite,and the spelling is wrong too,it should be A-C-O-L-Y-T-E and which means a follower or helper,or some one who helps the priest in some religious ceremonies !" he thought a little bit" it may make sense if this place was a tomb or something and the repeated word is the number of Acolytes that helped in graving someone!"he said to mike and continued"and the hollyhock was from someone who visited this tomb a several of times,it makes perfect sense!"

Mike looked at Yang O and shook his head. Problem is, I'm sure they would have spelled acolyte right if that were the case. Also, smell what's behind the door: bleach and blood. That is not what a tomb smells like; that's what a murder scene smells like. Mike moved aside so Yang O could come closer and confirm the smell.