Morix: Web of Mistrust

Turnabout Live, Part 6

August 7

Lady Bird Studios

1:45 PM

Chrysalis Starr

When we got back to the studios, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming number of reporters standing outside the building. Cameras were raised in every direction, and there were too many flashes going off to be properly counted. I cringed with each new burst of light, and I wound up raising both of my hands to block out my peripheral vision so that I wouldn't have to deal with them. It was just going to give me a headache if I looked at them for too long. 

"Well, this sure is something else, huh?" Felicity questioned with a humorless laugh. She guided me towards the building, an easy smile on her face as she avoided the various microphones shoved in her face. 

"I thought it was ridiculous that there were so many reporters at the trial, but it seems that we were just getting started with all of that crap," I sighed with a shake of my head. Felicity managed to get us inside of the building, and I released a slow breath to keep myself from losing it. There were too many people outside, and I wasn't looking forward to leaving the building in the slightest. 

"For now, we should head over to the crime scene," Felicity suggested with a smile. "How does that sound? We can talk with Mukuro about if she's found anything in the director's room."

I nodded my agreement, and we started walking over in the direction of our destination. My vision was still dancing with stars from the endless reporters outside, and I couldn't help but frown to myself. I had known that James was famous, but I never expected it to go this deep. I had clearly underestimated how dedicated his fanbase could be. I had always been a fan of his show, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't go crazy trying to get inside. Getting this obsessive over a murder really didn't seem healthy, and the mere idea made me feel sick to my stomach. 

Then again, it wasn't as if I had much of a place to talk regarding all of this stuff. After all, I was no stranger to having to deal with reporters who got a bit to excited about my own activities. Granted, it was never quite like this since my identity as Oracle was a secret at the end of the day, but it was still a bit too close of a comparison to feel comfortable. 

Felicity suddenly stopped walking, and I realized that we had arrived at the director's room. She opened the door and gestured for me to go inside. I gave her a small nod and murmured my thanks before walking in. Felicity followed me, allowing the door to shut gently behind her. 

The director's room was certainly something special, that was for sure. It was far less messy than James' dressing room had been, and I have to admit I was surprised upon realizing this. After all, this was where the crime took place, so how could it have been so clean?

Well, I suppose that clean is a relative term, because there was still blood smeared across the floor on the ground near the computer. There was a chair set up in front of the desk, and both the chair and the surrounding floor were covered in blood. There was a lot more of it here than there had been in James' dressing room, and it was pretty easy to come to the conclusion that we had found the place where the crime had actually been committed. 

The rest of the room was nearly spotless though. A large cabinet had been shoved up against the window, and a few skid marks were on the floor. Still, there were no signs of a struggle, and I couldn't help but wonder how the crime scene had gotten to look like this. There was something odd about it no matter how I looked at the situation, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it.