“Ladies!” Rickila had one hand on her now uniformed hip, and her other hand holding tight a blue whistle. “Sit down!” 

Strawb’s lip curled and Do-yun gave her one last spiteful glare, before they both sat down and looked anywhere but at each other. 

He lifted his elbow so it was resting on the armrest of the sofa and leaned back, trying to get comfortable in the tense room. His eyes scanned the people sitting in their chairs, all of them (except himself and Basil) staring up at Rickila as though she was a beacon of hope in this tragedy. He grimaced, his mind wandering to the sight of the bloody dead body. He was never a big fan of too much blood. 

Ricki’s voice rang out, breaking him out of his thoughts. “So, as most of you should know by now, one of my colleagues has died. He was cruely murdered and stored in the freezer. Jim is experienced with dead bodies and has figured out an approximate of how long Klaus has been dead.,” she opened a small slip of paper and glanced at it beofre speaking again, “He is presumed to have been dead for about 2 hours now, and was killed just over an hour before Miss Park found the body,” the paper went back in her pocket “We’ll have the fridge swapped for one of the spares, for sanitation and because it might be seen as a bad omen,”

“So, what?” Ava Flowerhest grumbled. “The fridge doesn’t matter. Get us out of here!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs Flowerhest,” Ricki’s face twisted in a fake smile, “But we contacted the board, and they said to carry on the experiment,”

“And risk our safety?” the woman practically screamed, already worked up. Durchdenwald sighed, he would get a headache if the woman fell into hysteria again. 

“I mean it, I am sorry. But, it’s not my place to make or change the decisions,” 

He sighed, as the cop twisted her hands behind her back, nervously. Where were the others? She was clearly on the verge of a breakdown. This experiment was slightly out of her work experience, and she’d never had lost someone on the job before.

“Okay, people,” he got up, his hands raised as a sign to settle down, “Settle down, now,” he voiced. “We’ll all figure it out. Don’t worry,”

“Don’t worry?” Gila spoke up, “I’m sorry, but it’s hard not to,” her glasses were off her face and held tightly in her fist. She was nervous, her anxiety written all over her face. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack. He smiled at her, crouching down next to her so that they were face to face. 

“I know. But, seriously, it’ll be sorted in no time. Now we have more evidence. If the killer even left a trace of themselves on that body, they’re done,” he gently took the glasses from her hands, so she wouldn’t break them, and placed them on her face, “It’ll be okay,”

“Liar,” Wim spoke up. Durchdenwald felt his smile drop. Those two siblings made him want to bang his head into the wall; they were just trouble. 

“You calling me a liar, kid?” he let his lips lift in a light-hearted smile, as he gave the boy a playful glare.

But Wim’s expression was cold and guarded, and the man felt his face drop again. Why couldn’t the kid just let this happen smoothly? Gila looked like a goldfish out of water. 

“Look, kid,” he stood up, shrugging his shoulders and relaxing his body, good enough body language to tell the kid that he could relax too. “It may sound a bit far off, but you, me and all of us are safe here. The police here are well trained and this case will be solved quickly,”

“All of us are safe? Even the guy noona found?” 

Durch inwardly groaned, this kid was too smart for his own good. But Wim hadn’t finished and opened his mouth again, “If you cops are so well trained, why didn’t the guy fight the murderer? 

“Okay, that’s enough now, Wim,” Do-yun said, smirking at Durchdenwald. His blood was boiling, but he kept his anger in check. If he let out even a bit of steam, then Gila might burst from the tension. He looked at her, smiling as sweetly as he could. She was a ticking time bomb that he had to be wary of. He patted her back and settled down on the sofa next to her. 

“Ahem,” Rickila coughed, everyone turned to her, rememebering that she was still in the room, “For your information, a tighter curfew will be put in place. You’ll be locked in your rooms from 8pm to 7.30am. So straight after dinner is finished, you must go to your room. We’ll be on high alert so, innocents, please refrain from doing anything too suspicious . Now, please go to your respective bedrooms for interrogations,”