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"The crazies?" He repeated as he titled his head. Dante thought for a moment. "Oh! You mean Melody and Trisha. Yeah, I would avoid them of I was you, their the evil ghost here along with a few more." Dante told Dom. "But, me and little Chelsea here are good ghost. We'll be giving hints every once In a while. Right Chelsea? That way we can play longer." He said with a warm smile.

Cynthia tilted her head at the mention of Melody and Trisha. "We aren't crazies," a voice whispered in her ear, but with a glance behind her, no one was there. Who was that?... "Come and find me... Let's play a game..." the voice whispered, but was so quiet the others wouldn't hear. "I-i'll be right back," Cynthia said to the others before spinning around and hurrying down the hall, out of sight. "Come on... Just a little further... This way..." the voice said softly to Cynthia though it sounded more like singing than speaking normally. Cynthia tried running faster until she burst through a door to a piano room. Melody was sitting on the closed piano, a devilish grin on her face as she sang while her little bird Harmony tweeted along in tune. Cynthia stood by the door while watching and listening to Melody and Harmony, the door shut and locked without her knowing.

A door coming up to Dominick's right was the locked piano room, Melody's singing heard from Dominick's position. Any further away like where the others were, her voice was drowned out and silent, but as Dominick got closer, it was easier to hear the song. Melody and Harmony sang together in their dark tune with Cynthia standing there. "It's such... a strange tune... but it's so pretty..." Cynthia said quietly. She took a few steps towards Melody only for Melody's dark grin to widen but she continued to sing. Just a little more, Cynthia... Just a little more... Melody thought as she watched Cynthia slowly get closer and closer with each step.

Melody continued to sing along with little Harmony as Cynthia got closer. Merely fifteen steps away and Cynthia would be next to the piano, but that wasn't the goal. It was only ten steps more to where the floor was hid by a dusty old rug. Underneath the rug, the floor was rotten and threatening to crumble for some time now. Ten... nine... eight... Melody counted down Cynthia's steps, matching the timing perfectly with her dark tune. Seven... six... five... four... three...

Cynthia froze in place when Melody went silent, blinking a few times before glancing around. "What just happened?..." she asked, scratching the back of her head.

Melody hissed and pried Dante's hand off her mouth. "Dante! Why do you have to ruin everything! I was so close!" she growled, glaring at the other spirit.

Cynthia tilted her head for a moment before catching on and face-palming herself. "Oh... s**t... Um..." She glanced down for a bit before looking up at Dante. She took a step towards him to say thanks when she heard a crack in the floor. A split moment later, the floor beneath her crumbled. She tried grabbing on the edge of the hole to keep herself up but it only crumbled in her hands and she was sent down into the room below. Her scream was cut short when she hit the floor. She fell through the floor near the edge of the piano room, so she landed close to the edge of the new room, which looked like a study-library room. A few books fell off the shelves and landed on top of her, coating Cynthia in dust.

"I promised a day of no killing. She's not dead," Melody hissed. "I was having fun, but I was keeping my promise of not killing them. I guess since the deal is off, I can do what I want now," she added with a dark smirk. "Time to get serious... But for now..." She trailed off and disappeared into the wall, leaving them for now.

Cynthia shifted and sat up a bit while the books on her slid off. She coughed harshly with all the dust before straightening up, only to hiss as pain shot through her left leg and arm. She hurt her ankle and wrist during the fall, but thankfully nothing else was too seriously injured. Cynthia glanced down at her hands, feeling a soft throbbing, and noticed her palms were cut and full of splinters from trying to grab onto the floor boards. "D**n..."

Cynthia looked up to spot the black haired teen, tilting her head curiously at him. "Um... I guess... I hurt my ankle and wrist and now I got a bunch of splinters in those cuts in my palms..." she sighed as she pulled out some of the splinters in her hand. "Who are you?"

"The name's Cynthia and you'd be surpris-... Hang on... Human?... You're a spirit?" Cynthia asked, keeping her head tilted at Cambio.