(SORRY IF ITS INACCURATE/OOC!!)

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ ─●──── ♪ ”God i’m so lovesick..”

Floorboards creaked as Damon searched around the crime scene, he couldn’t help but miss the presence you once had. God, what have you done to him? It only took 3 nights for him to fall for you, he had swore to himself we would never let himself fall for those lovey-dovey stuff, but why was he missing you, his most loved yet hated one?

Damon regretted the fact he had treated you worse than anyone else in the killing game, he never meant to, really. Why did he call you all sorts of nicknames and mock you? God dammit.. he should have never. It couldn’t help the fact you two were complete opposites. You, being the kind, sensitive, troublemaker. While Damon was the cold, mean, arrogant person. You two often got into arguments, sometimes ending with Damon hurting you physically or mentally.

Damon went over to your dead, lifeless body. His heart stopped for a second, before it started beating slowly. He crouched down, looking at your body carefully. He was determined to find the culprit, he really was. The sound of water dripping from the pipes on the roof, as he continued inspecting your body. He grabbed your hand, sensing its coldness. Before he could think further, he was interrupted by Ulysses.

"Damon, you were at the gaming tournament in the dining hall at the exactly 8:00 to 9:00am, correct? If so, who were with you at the gaming tournament?"