You find a trail of blood leading to the bathroom in the east wing of the third floor in your school. You follow it, worried someone may have been hurt, only to find Friede washing his blood stained clothes out in the sink of the men's washroom.

He notices you quickly, and panics slightly.

"Shit— H-hey! How are you..?"

He grins awkwardly, hiding the bloodied shirt behind him, as if the humanoid looking body bag right next to him on the floor isn't more incriminating.