"We do not know the name," Tyler whispered from the corner of his cage. He kept his eyes locked on Jason's mangled corpse. "None of us know."
"He is telling the truth," Sarah chimed in frantically. "We really have no idea who that person was."
Rubedo frowned. "How do you lack the identity of your own classmate?"
Jessica pushed herself up from the floor and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "What are you talking about? The official invitation clearly stated every alumni could bring up to two guests with them to the banquet."
Rubedo processed the variable. 'A plus-one introduces a massive blind spot into the timeline.' "That alters absolutely nothing. Even if the thirtieth person was an external guest, one of you physically brought them into that hall. One of you knows their identity. Speak the name."
Marcus grabbed the iron bars of his cage and rattled them violently. His fear finally shattered into pure, cornered hysteria.
