So I went with plan B. Tie her to the table and see what happens. My only issue was that I needed to get close to her, which was going to be hard considering she was waving her hands everywhere. I guess I had the advantage that she was blinded. 

I grabbed another one of the lit candles and with the belt in my hand, I softly approached her as she flailed her arms around. I used the fire to burn a hole through the dress. To which I then poured some of the candle wax on her thigh. She howled in pain and grabbed her leg. I used the opportunity to tie her hands together and drag her to the table.

She started to fade once I had finished tying her to the table. Was that meant to happen? 

“Congratulations you have defeated Miranda Greenwood.” A voice boomed.

In her place though was a notebook. It looked like those typical notebooks, with a thick leather cover and lined pages. 

“What am I meant to write with?” I muttered.

Almost as soon as I said that I felt an uncomfortable shape near my hip.

“Thank you for the pen…whoever you are,” I said.

After all, you should always be polite no matter the state. It’s just being respectful. After all, I don’t want to possibly piss off this place. After grabbing the pen I only just realised I wasn’t wearing my clothes. They were much fancier. They were so comfortable as well. I was wearing a short black top that had no sleeves and ended just on top of my chest. No wonder I found it so easy to move around. Paired with it were these long red pants, they were baggy on me but not in a way that they looked bad and there was a red piece of fabric that was a belt for the pants. I felt my hair, curlier than usual I thought. 

I didn’t know what to do with the book and pen but it seemed obvious that I should open the book. On the first page, there was a line that said 

“Write your questions here~”

The card I picked up said I needed to question someone so this might be how I do it. I guess this was how I would question people in this place.

“What did you do at the time of the murder?” I wrote

I then heard a voice that sounded very proper. I detected an English accent of some sort.

“Oh, I was just…playing cards with Greg and Sasha.” She said

I noticed that her sentence had also gone into the book. That was handy at least. There was nothing else to do in this room and my neck was still hurting so I decided to just sit in this dark room and wait. I hoped Sunny was doing alright. Who was I kidding? She would be fine. I should be worried about Ezekiel or Andrew.

I could imagine Violet becoming a Villian (no this isn’t a spoiler just a thought) with the whole always be polite thing. Like she got pushed off the edge one day. I don’t really know just a thought. Oh yeah, I think I forgot to mention this…I came back to finish this but I forgot what I was meant to mention.