*Hannah remained back, as she looked at Diana, allowing her to do the deed. She didn’t know what this creature was, but she allowed her to do what she had to do. Diana picked up the bat and swung down hard on the monsters head. The creature gave a loud shriek at being struck, only to stop once it was hit again. Diana continued to hit the creature, it’s black, thick blood spraying onto her and onto the floor with each time it was struck. Diana only hit the creature harder and harder each time. She started to scream, cursing at the creature, hitting it harder and harder, before Hannah finally had to run over and stop her. She wrapped her arms around Diana and pulled her back. Diana swung the bat around mindlessly, before finally falling to the ground, weeping silently. Hannah kept her arms around Diana, doing her best to calm her down. Diana whipped the tears from her face, trying to calm herself down, her eyes moving back up to the creature. It was no longer breathing, moving, just silent as a pool of black liquid poured from it’s beaten corpse. Diana looked over at the creature
Diana: Dammit, Malcolm.
*Hannah turned her head to look at Diana once she spoke someone’s name. Almost as if knowing that Hannah heard, she answered her.
Diana: Malcolm was… He was my husband. And… I killed him.
Hannah: toi killed your husband?
Diana: He deserved it! No matter what, he deserved what he got! He forgot me after he got that disease. I don’t care what people say! Why did he forget about me!? Why did he cheat on me with that nurse? That slut! She didn’t l’amour him! Not like I did! And she tried to sleep with him! For his money! I was betrayed! Forgotten! He was going to die anyway! I had no other choice but to end his life! … But even then… He was still happy to see me. He always a dit that, he didn’t know why, but he always enjoyed my company
Hannah: I think… I think that, even though he couldn’t remember your name, he still loved you. He may forgot why, but he must still have
*Diana scoffed*
Diana: Oh, please. He forgot who I was. How could he possibly l’amour me if he didn’t know why?
*Regardless of her words, Diana was unable to think that he may have. It only made her feel plus sorrowful*
Diana: What am I to do now? Am I going to find myself in this world every night?
Hannah: No, of course not. toi killed him, but he was dying anyway. What toi have to do is déplacer on, Diana. He would want toi to be happy
Diana: H-How would toi know that
Hannah: I don’t. But he must’ve loved you, even when toi ended his suffering. toi did what toi had to, Diana. toi didn’t do it out of hate. At least, not completely. toi did it to end his suffering. He would want toi to keep living a happy life
*Diana looked at the ground, wrapping her arms around her body*
Diana: Like a horrid person like myself deserves to live a happy life…. But… If I have to, for him, than I will
*Suddenly, Diana gave a pained moan. The papillon on her back started to crawl out of her, and fall to the ground, writhing before finally coming to a stop, and thus, the room around Hannah became dark.*

*Hannah found herself awake in her room again, lying in her usual attire. She looked at her shoulder to see the wound from the creature she fought, the tear in her uniform, the blood seeping through. It still burned from the pain. In her hand, she could feel a cold, heavy weight. She looked down to find the gun in her hand, along with the remaining nine bullets. Hannah knew she would need to hold onto this, in case plus nightmares were to occur. She got up, put on a new uniform, and made her way to the bathroom to get the wound patched up before her father found out.*

*Hannah arrived at the Enigma once again, finding Hate and Sorrow at the table, tableau again while Fear was working on the jukebox, hoping to find a good song, despite there being no actual tracks inside. Hannah walked in, with Fear taking notice of her immediately.*
Fear: Well, if it isn’t châtaigne, châtaignier Pines’ own little hero. Saved another one, did you?
Hannah: Yeah. I think that, when those papillons come out of them, they’re saved
Fear: Sounds like you’re putting everything together
Hannah: But I need to know when everything is done with. There has to be a way to stop this?
Fear: Who knows
Hannah: I thought maybe toi would
Fear: Well… All we know is that we didn’t start this. All I know is that we are just as in the dark about what ou who caused this as toi are. But whatever caused this, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough
Hannah: What if it was caused intentionally? What if someone wanted this to happen
Fear: Well then, I’m sure you’ll have a plan to stop them. You’re a smart kid. At least I’d hope so
*Hannah gave a nod. She knew that she wasn’t going to be getting much help from these two, as Sorrow and Hate barely spoke and Fear was as cryptic as can be. But she had a theory now. The nightmares were not an accident, and they could have been orchestrated par someone else. She had to find out who that was as soon as possible, before someone else is killed.*

*Hannah was walking to school again, the weather was cloudy, yet not an ounce of rain was falling. As Hannah was walking, she could feel someone tap her left shoulder. She turned to see who it was, only to find no one there. When she felt her right shoulder be tapped, the pain from her wound started to act up, a sudden jolt of pain going from her shoulder and throughout a portion of her body. She turned to see who it was, yet the person kept this up for a good few seconds, before Hannah turned a lot faster to find Rebecca, her usual smirk on her face. Ready to yell at her, Hannah calmed down once she saw it was Rebecca, wearing a beanie and an open black jacket. Seeing her here brought Hannah some joy, especially with how tired she was from the nightmares. She walked over to Rebecca and gave her a hug, which Rebecca uncomfortably squirmed out of*
Rebecca: Jeez, Hannah. Don’t get too affectionate
Hannah: S-Sorry. It’s just been a… real busy week
Rebecca: Man, toi look beat? You’ve been sleeping well?
Hannah: N-Not really. I’ve been waking up a lot recently. Been having these weird nightmares.
Rebecca: Really? That sucks. toi think you’re gonna be okay?
Hannah: Yeah, I think so. In fact, I think I’m close to being done with these nightmares. But where have toi been? You’ve been missing a few days of class here and there?
Rebecca: Don’t worry, Hannah. toi know Mr. Franklin is a cool guy. He gave me all the necessary notes and assignments so that I wouldn’t fall behind
Hannah: Thank god.
Rebecca: Hey, did toi hear the news about Sam Phish?
*The mention of him made Hannah start to worry once again.*
Hannah: Yeah. I heard
Rebecca: I still can’t believe that happened. He was doing alright a mois ago
Hannah: It;s….. Yeah
*Hannah avoided the mention of Sam the rest of the way to school*

*Hannah and Rebecca sat in their class as Mr. Franklin was giving his usual lecture. Hannah didn’t dare go to her phone, not yet, and she waited for Mr. Franklin to finish his lecture. It wasn’t long before the cloche, bell rang and the students began to make their way out of class. As Hannah and Rebecca made their way out the door, they were stopped par Franklin*
Franklin: Excuse me, Ms. Glynn, may I speak with toi for a moment?
Rebecca: Oh, sure. Hey, Hannah, I’ll see toi after school, okay
*As Rebecca made her way back into the classroom, Hannah went down the hall, and looked through the phone she got from Wendy’s room, and looked through the text messages again. As she was searching, she saw another text from Deetz, this one reading, “Hey, do toi want money ou not? Answer me!”. The text was very recent, and Hannah made no hesitation to text back with, “Who is this?”. It wasn’t long before she got a text again reading, “What do toi mean? Stop fucking around!” Hannah knew that this would be her chance to get a hold of what drove Wendy to die. She assumed that the man didn’t know that Wendy was dead, so she texted again, “Oh right, sorry. Where should we meet?” Deetz replied with, “At the Mercys’ store. Again, don’t be fucking late!” with that, Hannah now had a chance to find out who this person was and what their involvement would be in this entire thing.*

*Hannah was waiting outside the school for Rebecca. It was already thirty minutes, and Rebecca hadn’t shown up yet. As Hannah was waiting, she could see the security guard, William, making her way toward her, and she already gave a heavy sigh. William stopped when he was right in front of her.*
William: Hey, you’re Rebecca’s friend, right?
Hannah: Yes, she is. Why?
William: She wanted me to let toi know that she was already going home
Hannah: What? Why didn’t she text me?
William: I don’t know. I just did what I was told to do par her father. But there’s something about that guy that I don’t like
Hannah: What do toi mean?
William: His personality. It’s terrible. He’s rude and brash. I can see why Rebecca is so… off
Hannah: What’s that supposed to mean
William: It means how it sounds. She doesn’t behave right. She behaves like a child most of the time. She’s distant and hates anyone who is above her. You’re telling me toi never knew this?
*Hannah couldn’t help but admit that Rebecca was a little strange, but that’s what she liked about her. But she never knew that it could be something worse.*
William: Look, toi do whatever toi do, okay? It’s not my business to get involved
Hannah: Y-Yeah, alright
*Hannah got up and was making her way back to her home.*

*Drew was finishing up last minute work at store, getting all of the places cleaned up. He allowed everyone else to go accueil tonight, but as he was finishing up, there was a knock at the door. Drew opened the door and saw Mr. Franklin outside.*
Drew: Oh, Mr. Franklin. I didn’t expect to see toi here tonight
Mr. Franklin: What can I say. I just needed to get some dîner for tonight. Well, assuming you’re open
Drew: Nonsense. I’m always open to someone who needs it
*He stepped to the side, allowing Mr. Franklin to walk in. Once he was in, Drew went to get one of the fresher sandwiches they had.*
Mr. Franklin: Hell of a store toi run, Mr. Asher.
Drew: Well, toi know, I don’t mean to brag, but my nourriture is considered one of the highlights of châtaigne, châtaignier Pines
Mr. Franklin: Isn’t that the truth
*Once Drew handed Mr. Franklin the sandwich, "sandwich" he paid for, he was leading Mr. Franklin out the door, before Mr. Franklin turned.*
Mr. Franklin: If toi don’t mind me saying, Drew, toi have a very hard working daughter.
Drew: Don’t I know it. And she really does enjoy your class. I think she may have a schoolgirl crush on you
*Mr. Franklin gave a light chuckle.*
Mr. Franklin: I find that hard to believe. But, she has been jouer la comédie a little odd recently. She falls asleep in class, she starts to daydream, and she looks at her phone
Drew: Oh, toi noticed that too, huh? She does that as well at the dîner table. Sometimes, she doesn’t even eat. She just goes straight to her room and doesn’t come out.
Mr. Franklin: If toi want, I can talk to her some time after school, help get things worked out
Drew: Y-Yes, I would very much appreciate that. Thank you, Mr. Franklin
*Without hesitation, Drew shook Mr. Franklins hand. Mr. Franklin returned the handshake, before giving him a nod.*
Mr. Franklin: toi have yourself a good night, Mr. Asher
Drew: toi as well, Mr. Franklin
*Drew closed the door and turned back to his work. As he did, he shook his hand, an odd pain coming into it*
Drew: Strong grip on that man

*Hannah was sitting at the Mercys’ store. It was already late at night, almost 11. She sat around, waiting for Deetz to montrer up. She did, of course, come with the handgun she had, with nine bullets in it. She sat at a busted bench, with the left corner being completely broken off. She was waiting for him to arrive, yet she was slowly started to feel tired. She did what she could to stay awake, even walk a bit, yet her body forced her to sit down. She did everything she could to keep her eyes on the sight in front of her. But each time she looked forward, she started to feel herself falling asleep. Each time her eyes closed, the world around her appeared grey and rotted, but woke up to find everything in their original state. But it wasn’t long before Hannah finally fell asleep and was finally unable to wake up this time. She was standing in the nightmare world again. As her eyes gazed around, and as she slapped herself to wake up, she was unable to. But she felt the pain in her hand again, and found that the papillon was awoken again, and was floating towards the direction of someone else inside the nightmare. Hannah immediately got up and made her way towards the butterfly. She had no clue as to who it was this time that had the papillon inside of them. All Hannah could do was follow the papillon that this one was attracted to. She found herself back in the town, but didn’t feel like she was any closer to the person in trouble. She continued to follow the butterfly, that is, until she came to an alley. The same alley that lead to the Enigma. She turned to see someone in front of the Enigma. It was someone, their figure blackened out par the neon lights. There was barely any way of telling who it was, especially with the lack of actual light. Hannah thought that this person would be the one that the papillon was heading towards, until she saw that the papillon was still flying down the road. This was not someone suffering. Hannah had no idea who this person was. It could be an illusion, and nothing more. But, it also could have been the one that supports Hannah’s theory. It could be the one behind this. But Hannah couldn’t go after both of them. She knew that she had to go for one ou the other, and she had to make the decision right now.*