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  Night fell , bringing more and more problems . After finishing serving Sebastian in the suite where he was, Kymi was about to leave the room , but the boy asked her to stay and serve beside him on the table for the first time because he wanted to have an important conversation with her.

  The girl sat down and poured herself a small portion of soup , since anxiety took his appetite. She wanted to finish it as fast as he could , because not liked the fact that he was sitting having a meal with someone higher level . Sebastian put the spoon in the dish and directed his gaze to her .

- I want to have this conversation with you because we have a big change of plans . Khora will not hand us the key and did not have time to scour the mansion looking for her. So , will you help me find a way to open this book , because the attitudes of our hosts are too suspicious . I managed to make a crack but is still far from being opened. - He gave the book to her - I try to open it .

- But ... How ?

- I do not know . However , my ideas are exhausted . Well , good night .

  She finished preparing the bed for him and disappeared , leaving the Slight lead to the washer back to the kitchen . Kymi changed clothes and sat on the bed for a long time looking at the lock of the book . Sebastian actually managed to do a little damage, but it still was not enough . Looking closely , the book did not look good a book as it was smaller . And after all , no book has a lock , unless it was ... A daily ! Yes , it just might be . She thought about telling Sebastian , but decided not to wake him .

  Human forced the book and could see that there was a delicate calligraphy and well made , which was a strong sign that it was a diary of a girl . She searched for something that was thin enough so that it could fit between the cracks Sebastian provoked and eventually found a chisel , which was extremely convenient at the time. Kymi fit the object into the crack did as hard as he could, causing the crack and the lock was giving increased gradually .

  It was two o'clock in the morning. The whole mansion was silent except for one person silently walking one of the corridors. He was upset , but the words in his mind were stronger. He pressed the knife wielding and breathed deeply as he entered the room we were looking for. The lights were on and it made him hesitate for a moment. He strained his ears, looking for some sign that the person who was there was inside awake. Was not . He opened the door carefully and instead of using the weapon that had loaded, pulled the object that was in the hands of his victim and decided to use it, so you look like a suicide or a kind of accident. He bowed with grief and prepared the weapon to strike the blow .

- I hope someday you can forgive me. - He whispered - But I must do what is right .

  He closed his eyes and his hand went down at a great speed, piercing the heart of the girl. She had no time to react , because it all happened in a matter of seconds. The man left, feeling guilty for having committed such an act, but knowing deep down it was the best step to be taken. He closed the door again and returned to his room, where not able to sleep .

- You did ? - Asked another guy .

- Yes, but I'm feeling guilty about it .

- It was the right thing to do - the man put a hand on the shoulder of the murderer , as if to comfort him - she could not continue. We could not continue. Sooner or later, someone would do it. I admire your courage ... Didn't you use the knife ?

- No. She had a stylus and I used it .

- Good , very good . The less evidence , will be less bureaucratic. Well, I think you deserve a few hours of rest. Try to forget it, okay ?

- As if it were easy .