thebeast arrived at the abandoned library. She wasn't at all hesitant about this - she knew she was innocent and although the Killer might not exactly be here, she was willing to die if it meant proving the others wrong.

The first thing she saw was a huge pile of torn and neglected books.

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It was a shame, she thought, to see all of this knowledge and information, all of this work and creation being so destroyed and ignored in this condition. But then a worrying thought struck her - she didn't have to read all of these for the clue, did she?

The candlelit atmosphere could be described as beautiful at any other time, thebeast reflected. But the sense of urgency and uncertainty made each and every flickering shadow a menace.

She walked through to the main room and saw that there were PA speakers all around - meaning this couldn't be that old a building. In the middle of these thoughts, a sudden crackle startled her as the speakers announced:

Wilson Ball was an agreeable man. He wanted to get this case over with and head home to his young wife - he was going to retire from this stupid profession, this was one case too far.

Dropped off at the aquarium, Wilson immediately suspected this wouldn't be a likely scene for a murder, which if anything made him feel worse. At least it wasn't a nightclub, he mused.

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There was a cold beauty about the place. But the fearful side within him rushed ahead and thought "God, I'd be ****ed if someone took a hammer to the glass".

"Why did I think that?", he sighed, "and why am I talking out loud?"

A tank to his left was lighter than the others - on top of it there was a wet suit and a laminated sign. "Dive in!" it said, but Wilson wasn't stupid. He crouched down and looked into the tank - and he could see another sheet of paper taped to a wall of the tank inside.

Excited, he needed to see that piece of paper. He rushed to put on the wetsuit, put on a snorkel and goggles, and stepped down the ladder.

Inside the tank, it was very warm. He turned around to see the paper - in the distance he could make out one very large word:

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He was excited now and swam forward with urgency - he didn't even notice the footsteps above, as the latch to the tank was sealed shut from the outside. In his impatience he swam over to the sign and saw the rest of it:

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His heart grew heavy, his insides were like lead. He'd never been so disappointed - how could he be so stupid? He swam back to the entrance and saw it was dark. Exasperation took over and he was running out of breath.

They often said that in coping with death you have to go through 5 stages - denial, depression, anger, grief, acceptance. He was definitely angry with the killer and sad he'd never see his wife again - and as time ran out Wilson learned to deal with his fate. There was nothing he could do. He was hopeless, but happy. He went unconscious.

R.I.P. Wilson
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