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I don't know anything about solving mysteries.

I'm not meant for that.

I think I hear rustling in the ceiling and walls.

Are you guys really sure about the Paranormal Club?

Don’t you want the Q.E.D. Club?

Lori, help me!

Oh, my God.

I did not expect you to figure it out.

The Q.E.D. Club

is the one and only detective club in Clark University.

So, once we solve the case...

your main task is to write about it

and post it on your blog.

You want me to be the club chronicler?

Something like that.

Get them out of here.

Go back to your classrooms.

- Leave. - Go back, go back.

Come in.

Come in?

Why?

To investigate this case.

Come on!

Seriously?

Do I look like I'm joking?

You’re already a member of the Q.E.D. Club.

Consider this our first official case together.

Come on!

We’re not allowed to enter here.

Oh!

Haven’t I told you that I…

and by extension, the club...

works as a consultant for the campus police.

The chief is a good acquaintance of mine.

I helped him out in a couple of other baffling cases on campus.

Loki!

Chief!

You're already here.

I already got the gift your dad gave me,

last week, on my birthday.

I wanted to thank him, but…

he’s abroad.

Just tell him I said thank you.

Yeah! Sure, chief!

- Sure. - Loki...

I’m sorry I asked you to come, but I really need your help.

Ah, she's with me.

She’s the newest member of the Q.E.D. Club.

And this is her...

first case.

- Oh, by the way, chief. She is... - Lorelei Rios.

Just call me Lori.

I’m Chief Gareth Estrada.

Head of the campus police here in Clark University.

Chief.

Yeah.

- Ma’am. - Oh, okay.

After you.

♪ Shadows. ♪

♪ Creeping slowly through the dark. ♪

♪ Watching, blocking, like. ♪

♪ You can't even take a step. ♪

♪ Every cry, every shake. ♪

♪ Only walls reflect the ache. ♪

♪ All the echoes burn inside. ♪

♪ Like fire and bullets in the past. ♪

♪ Listen to the warnings. ♪

♪ Threats are drawing near. ♪

♪ This is not the world you thought. ♪

♪ You would know. ♪

♪ Listen to the warnings. ♪

♪ Open up your eyes. ♪

♪ This is not the world you thought. ♪

♪ You would know. ♪

♪ Listen to the warnings. ♪

Don’t just stand there.

We got some work to do!

Do your job as the Q.E.D. chronicler

and start writing down whatever happens here.

What are the details, chief?

According to the report from my team…

the victim’s name is Isaac Santino.

He’s the President of the Lavoisier Club.

The body’s still warm.

There’s no...

signs of rigor mortis yet.

Our estimate

is that he died under an hour ago.

He died due to severe blood loss,

stab wounds on his flank.

Obviously.

And...

we recovered the victim’s phone,

far from the body.

We suspect...

the victim was calling for help.

The perpetrator saw it and kicked it away.

I’ll send this to digital forensics

to find out who the victim last called

and texted.

We might still find some clues.

Have you seen this, chief?

This isn’t just a random bloodstain.

Could it be…

the victim wrote down the perpetrator’s name?

Close.

Those are not letters…

but numbers.

These numbers are probably clues to the identity of the perpetrator.

Why didn’t he just write the name directly?

Well, the perpetrator could return to the crime scene

and see his name still written there.

That’s why he used a code, just in case that happened.

Could it be the letters correspond to the perpetrator’s name?

I thought about that, too.

But the letter combinations don’t match.

Besides...

that would be too easy.

It defeats the purpose

of why you would use codes in the first place.

I’ve got all the content from Isaac's phone.

From Isaac’s phone.

According here…

Isaac texted three people with the same message.

And it says,

"I know what you did.

Meet me in the chem lab at lunch.

If you don’t want others to know."

No fingerprints were found on Isaac’s phone

except his own.

Which is logical

that he was the only one who texted them.

One of them is the suspect.

Who were the people he messaged, chief?

Henry Ochoa, Genesis Cabangon,

and John Bautista.

I think I know who did it.

What?

Are you serious?

We’ve only been at the crime scene for a few minutes,

but you already know who the killer is?

Who is he, Loki?

I want to talk to the suspects first.

I wanna test my theory first.

Well...

I'll have them called.

For questioning.

Got it.

So, you’re the new assistant?

New assistant?

Did Loki have an assistant before, chief?

Why?

You don’t believe he had someone else before?

Kind of.

All along

I thought he was doing it alone as a wannabe detective.

Well, to be honest...

Loki used to be more approachable than he is now.

After he was left alone,

he became cold.

He doesn’t care about dealing with people,

that’s why I was surprised to see you here.

If I may ask...

what happened to his former assistant?

I don’t know how to say this to you.

Let’s just say that...

she left Loki.

I look forward to hear your story.

Please get back to me as soon as you can.

Regards.

Loki.

Is it Rhea?

Chief, they’re here.

Is it true someone killed Isaac?

You are?

Genesis Cabangon.

I’m the treasurer of the Lavoisier Club.

Like me, they’re officers, too.

Henry Ochoa, vice president of the club.

John Bautista, secretary.

I called you here because your president was found dead

here in the Chemistry Lab.

You were the last people Isaac messaged.

I did receive it, but...

I didn’t understand it, so…

I just ignored it.

Same with me.

I thought it was just a wrong send from Isaac.

I know he messaged me,

but I didn’t reply to him.

One of you is definitely lying.

Are you saying the three of us killed Isaac?

That’s right.

One of you is the perpetrator.

And I know who he is...

but I won’t tell you

until we hear your statements.

Wait, wait, wait.

You’re putting a serious accusation on us.

What’s your basis?

That text message?

Just one text message?

That’s it?

That’s exactly why you're here.

The conclusions will depend

on what you say.

I want to know where you were from 12 to 1 p.m.,

when the crime happened.

I was in the bathroom during that time.

My stomach wasn’t feeling good, so...

I didn’t get out right away.

Can someone confirm that?

I went to the 4th floor bathroom to relieve my stomach pain

because there weren’t many people there.

But I didn’t see anyone else enter the bathroom.

In other words...

you don’t have an alibi.

How 'bout you?

I’d just finished eating lunch then.

I was on the rooftop smoking.

I had just lit it when I got the call from the police.

Were you with someone else at that time?

The rooftop is restricted right now.

There was drama there the other day

that’s why I was alone.

Still...

no alibi.

And you?

Stone benches.

Like I said earlier, I was reviewing because we had a quiz.

Is anyone there with you while you were reviewing?

No.

I never had anyone with me

when I’m reviewing.

I get distracted easily.

But I remember,

there were a lot of people on the benches nearby.

You can ask them.

Although...

I’m not sure if they remember my face.

Weak alibi.

None of you have a perfect alibi.

Which means...

all of you are still suspects.

Genesis!

Do you know anything about it?

No...

I don't know anything.

So...

who do you think the culprit is?

Huh?

I’m here to document and observe.

Why am I the one you're asking?

Lorelei...

You have to earn the trust of the campus police.

We’re going to face more of this in the future.

Fine.

But I really don't know.

Everyone says they have an alibi.

Of course.

No criminal would just admit to their crime.

Unless there’s solid evidence.

The question is…

how will we get the evidence?

Why am I the one you're asking?

If in the first place,

you already know who the real culprit is.

It’s not enough to know the name.

So tell me…

how do we get the culprit to confess?

Think!

Rack your brain until something rings a bell!

But if you change your mind, let me know, okay?

It's fun there. I promise.

Why didn’t I hear the lunch break bell?

Maybe it’s broken?

School bell.

That’s it!

I know how.

Genesis.

Henry.

John.

If you were really at the place you said earlier…

which one of you heard the school bell?

Of course!

Who wouldn’t hear something that loud...

They didn’t hear the school bell!

That means…

one of them is the real killer.

Actually...

you said the opposite.

Whoever says they heard the school bell…

is most likely the real culprit.

Huh?

What do you mean?

The school bell was broken at lunchtime,

that’s why it didn’t ring.

And because the perpetrator was busy

killing the victim,

he didn’t notice it.

No!

It was just an honest mistake!

Okay?

Maybe I’m remembering something...

from yesterday.

No.

It was really you who did it.

You killed Isaac.

Huh?

How?

Before the victim died,

he reveal the murderer’s name through a dying message.

A series of numbers...

3-2-1-0-1-4-1-6.

How are the numbers related to Genesis?

If we pair up these numbers...

we get 32, 10, 14 and 16.

Each number corresponds to an element in the periodic table.

32, Germanium.

10, Neon.

14, Silicon.

And 16, Sulfur.

Each element has a symbol.

Ge, Germaninum.

Ne, Neon.

Si, Silicon.

And S, Sulfur.

It was you, Genesis.

Huh?

This is a frame-up!

I’m not the one who killed Isaac!

Maybe one of them is framing me!

Don’t involve us in that!

We didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t do that.

- Huh? You’re dragging us into this? - I'm not the killer. Trust me.

- What did you do to Isaac? - Believe me, it’s a frame-up.

If that’s not true,

explain the stain of blood on your sleeve.

Genesis, we need your uniform. Please take it off!

Mr. Cabangon.

We’re inviting you to the police station for questioning.

You may call your parents or your lawyer.

You two,

- go back to your rooms! - Let go of me!

I had nothing to do with it.

Believe me.

What do you think was Genesis’ motive for killing him?

I noticed earlier that some chemicals were missing from the shelf.

And Isaac noticed that, too.

But he was not sure

which of the three suspects is the culprit.

So he messaged the three suspects...

to find out who would reply.

Unfortunately...

he was killed before the culprit was fully revealed.

But why is that such a big deal?

You killed someone…

for such a petty reason?

I was thinking the same thing.

Why would Genesis steal those chemicals?

Who’s he selling them to?

This is probably much bigger than we think.

- Gosh! - Genesis!

- What's happening? - Help him!

- Genesis, are you okay? - Don't you want to help him?

Moriya...

Yes, sir. Why did you call?

Chief, as President of Clark University,

it is my responsibilty to protect the name of the school.

I want to make sure

the issues happening here don’t get out easily.

Make sure this doesn’t reach the media.

Yes.

Understood, sir.

The investigation reached its conclusion.

The real culprit behind Isaac Santino’s death

was identified as Genesis Cabangon,

Treasurer of the Lavoisier Club.

The revelation was shocking.

No one expected him to be involved in that kind of crime.

Everyone was shocked.

But before justice could proceed,

something unexpected happened.

Just as Mr. Cabangon

was about to be turned over to the authorities,

he died under circumstances that remain unclear.

What we thought was the end of the case

turned into another mystery with no answers.

The truth about Isaac’s death may have surfaced,

but the ending leaves us with a lingering sense of uncertainty...

reminding us that sometimes,

even when answers are found,

peace can still feel out of reach.

Loki!

Look, my post already has a lot of reactions and comments.

Loki?

Lori!

Yes, come in!

Hello, Tita.

Hey.

Hey.

I brought you food so you don’t have to go out.

Thank you, Tita.

Hey, Loki...

What happened to him?

Why is he like that?

I don’t know, Tita.

He’s been like that for a while now.

Did you reject him?

Is that why Loki’s acting like that?

Tita Martha, what are you talking about?

I’m just kidding.

Because...

I’ve seen him like that before.

He once came home...

looking like the world had collapsed on him.

He couldn’t talk properly.

He just stared into space.

And he kept mentioning a woman’s name.

I can’t remember the name anymore.

Worse than someone heartbroken.

Before I forget, I have good news for you.

Your father is coming to visit next week.

He called me earlier,

he said he has a meeting in Angeles City next week,

so he might stop by to visit you.

Why don’t you seem happy?

Yeah.

Thank you again for the food, Tita.

Of course.

Alright.

Better eat it while it’s hot. Okay?

Alright, I’ll leave you to eat. Okay?

Thanks.

Okay. Take care.

Loki!

Come on, let’s eat the food Tita Martha sent.

Hey, Loki!

Huh?

What time is it?

7 p.m.

I fell asleep again.

I wasted my precious time by making my self idle.

Wait...

you were asleep this whole time?

Yup.

You can sleep with your eyes open?

Yes!

I’ve learned that skill

to escape my boring classes.

I can sleep without my teachers noticing it.

I thought you were just zoning out again.

Maybe you’re still thinking about that M thing.

Well, I was.

Until Hypnos cradled me into his arms.

I need to do some work.

Loki, you need to eat.

How can you finish everything you need to do when you’re out of energy?

Okay.

- Fine. - Okay.

What's this?

It's so unfair.

Isaac just wanted to know the truth.

But he was killed.

They were able to extract messages from Genesis' phone.

And apparently...

he's been selling stolen chemicals to different unregistered numbers.

Who would even buy those chemicals?

And in our school lab, of all places?

That we don’t know yet.

That’s why we needed to talk to Genesis.

But he is...

gone, unfortunately.

I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s the update on him?

That leads me to my second update.

According to the autopsy report,

a broken needle tip was found lodged in his nape.

Traces of succinylcholine,

a fast-acting paralytic,

were detected in this area.

That can only be done with force

by someone in close proximity to him at that time.

Unlikely by accident.

Does that mean he was killed to silence him?

But who?

There were a lot of students when he was arrested in the hallway.

And the police was holding him.

Considering these developments,

we can therefore conclude that Genesis was merely a pawn in this grand game.

Anyway, my class starts in five minutes.

Let's meet later.

Okay.

Moriya...

Lorelei Rios?

Sorry...

do I know you?

I'm Margarette Fernandez.

You can just call me Maggie.

I’m a Senior Legal Management student.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I've read the Q.E.D. blog.

I’m a big fan.

The chemistry lab case was brilliantly solved and written.

Thank you. Much appreciated.

Is there anything I or we can help you with?

We can talk about it later in the clubroom.

I think I’m the one who can help you.

You don't look like the type of person who enjoys solving mysteries.

Be honest with me.

Were you forced to join that club?

Sorry, but...

why is that any of your business?

I just want to help you.

You won’t gain anything by joining that.

Leave the Q.E.D. Club.

Staying close to Loki will only bring you tragedy.

Sorry, but…

who are you?

And how did you know Loki?

You could say I'm the closest thing to a friend he was capable of having.

If you think Loki and I are in a relationship,

you’re wrong.

I’m just a regular Q.E.D. Club member,

there’s nothing romantic between us.

I’m not a threat to whatever’s going on between you two.

So if you’ll excuse me…

Hasn’t he told you what happened to the former member?

I see he hasn't told you about her.

And yet you’re here...

risking your life for him?

I'm not risking my life for anyone.

I read your blog.

Shorten it a bit.

Students have short attention spans.

Long sentences can bore readers.

Are you listening?

Sorry.

Is there something bothering you?

Someone came up to me earlier.

Gave me a warning about joining Q.E.D Club.

She said...

she's the closest thing to a friend you were capable of having.

She?

For a moment I thought you were referring to my brother.

Brother?

You have a sibling here?

Yup.

What’s his name?

Thor?

Like that superhero in the comics?

Yup.

Huh?

Excuse me?

Is this the Q.E.D. clubroom?

If you’re familiar with the English alphabet

and you know how to read...

Yes! This is it.

Please, have a seat.

How can we help you?

Thank you.

I’m Madonna Barcelon.

My friends recommended you

because they read your blog the other day.

They said you’re good at solving cases.

Well, thank you.

So what case do you want us to solve?

So...

do you know the Clark U Confessions page

where students post anonymously

about anything related to Clark University?

Someone posted there yesterday.

I feel...

like it’s aimed at me.

Wait...

let me show you.

"Who's the self-proclaimed model student

dates someone new almost every day?

They say she’s entertaining all her suitors at the same time.

And here’s more gossip.

She’s also planning to use her sickening charm

to run in the next student council elections.

Have a guess?

Comment it now.

It seems like the post is aimed at you.

Excuse me?

Not surprising.

Loki.

Our client just wants to know...

who really made the post.

Right, Madonna?

Actually...

I already have an idea who might’ve leaked that info.

I only told three friends about it.

First question.

Are these so-called friends of yours...

part of your circle?

No!

One of them is my classmate.

The other one is my theater mate.

The last one is my music club mate.

I don’t think they know each other yet.

Second question...

what do you think is the motive behind the blind item?

Ah!

Maybe...

they’re jealous of my beauty!

That’s why they want to spread my secret.

Or maybe...

they’re ruining my reputation

because I’m running for student council next year!

So, that’s it.

What advice can you give me?

If I were you...

confront your friends, one by one.

Because if they’re really your friends,

then one of them will come forward,

and confess and settle whatever differences

- you have... - Boring!

Why don’t you expose this friend of yours in a more entertaining way?

Entertaining?

There’s no guarantee

that this friend

will come clean by merely talking to her.

She’ll deny to death.

So why don’t you set a trap for her.

Lure her in...

and capture her.

So how?

How about this?

Tell a secret to each of your friends

but make sure

that each secret is different.

How is that supposed to help?

It’s like this.

Example...

tell friend number one, you like red.

Tell friend number two, you like blue.

And tell friend number three, you like green.

Whatever color gets posted tomorrow on Clark U Confessions,

that’s how you’ll know which friend betrayed you.

Do you think that’ll work?

Trust me.

That's the only way to expose the rat among your peers.

Okay!

Thank you so much!

Thank you!

Let’s see how’s it goes out for Madison.

Madison?

You mean, Madonna Barcelon?

Yeah.

Wait, I thought you weren’t interested in that case?

You even yawned at first.

Why do you suddenly seem concerned about her?

Well...

the moment she mentioned about the student council...

my interest was piqued.

Her popularity is a threat

to anyone who wants to run for the council.

But that demolition job feels too early.

The election is still far away.

Kill the fire before it spreads.

Pluck the weed before it grows.

If I plan to run for student council next year,

I’d find out who my rivals are and look for their weaknesses.

If this is really about the election,

her opponent

must be a forward-thinker.

They used her friends to dig up some dirt on her.

We don’t know that yet.

Friendship...

it’s a double edged-sword.

That’s why I don’t want friends.

They are all just excess baggage.

Is that why...

you don’t have friends?

Because you see them as a burden?

Once you befriend someone...

you allow yourself to be vulnerable.

And they'd use that vulnerability against you

someday once friends turn to enemies.

Have you always believed that?

Chief Estrada said...

you were approachable before.

I heard you used to have an assistant.

I assume that

she was also a member of the Q.E.D. Club.

Friendship comes at a cost.

If you’re willing to pay for it,

go ahead and make some friends.

But if not,

it’s better to stay away from people.

I just want to help you.

You won’t gain anything by joining that.

Leave the Q.E.D. Club.

Staying close to Loki will only bring you tragedy.

Hasn’t he told you what happened to the former member?

I see he hasn’t told you about her.

And yet you’re here,

risking your life for him?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- O to the M to the G! - What happened?

I know now

who the traitor is among my friends.

Congratulations.

Thank you. I did exactly what you told me to do.

Now I know...

it’s that Geraldine bitch!

So…

what did you do?

I confronted her.

How could you do this to me?

After everything I did for you?

I treated you like my sister, and this is what you do to me?

I’m sorry, Madonna!

I never meant to do that to you.

Then why did you do it?

Someone’s blackmailing me!

They said they have my private photos.

If I didn’t do it to you, they’d spread it.

I’m sorry...

Stop it!

Blackmail?

That’s what she’s claiming.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

Our friendship is over!

I can’t trust her anymore.

Well...

next time,

choose your friends wisely.

Not everyone close to you…

is your friend.

Well, thank you for the reminder.

But I came here to give you these.

As a token of my appreciation...

Wait, it’s hard to choose.

This one’s good!

Ma…

do…

nna!

Hugs and kisses for you.

And one more thing!

Ma...

do... nna!

Perfect!

Thak you so much!

Why on earth do you think we’d want one of these?

Thank you for this, Madonna!

Welcome!

I’ll go ahead! Bye!

Madonna, you go, girl!

Well, that was something.

What are you do...

Loki!

At least we have another solved case this week.

Don’t forget to update the Chronicles.

Okay.

I’ll do it later when I get home.

Excuse me.

Bathroom break?

Looks like you’re enjoying his company.

Are you drawn to him or to the mysteries surrounding him?

Are you following me?

If you have a problem with Loki...

why don’t you just tell him?

I’m here to help you...

not him.

Well, you’re not helping.

Your presence is getting annoying.

And why are you so obsessed with him?

Well, you leave me with no other choice

but to tell you a thing or two about Loki.

Information that not many people know.

For what?

So you can decide whether to stay with him and his club

or walk away and save yourself.

So, game?

You’re curious, aren’t you?

Because if not...

you should’ve walked out already.

Fine.

What is it?

Do you know Loki’s favorite song?

How would I know?

Do you know Rhea?

No.

But, accidentally...

I saw Loki’s email to her.

Is Loki still emailing her until now?

Let's just get straight to the point, please?

It’s better if Loki tells you everything himself.

But for that to happen…

you have to listen carefully to what I’ll say.

Sing his favorite song while he’s around.

Make sure he hears it.

Favorite song?

Yes, and his favorite song is...

♪ Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are? ♪

Stop it.

♪ Up above the world so high. ♪

♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

I said stop it!

When the blazing sun is gone.

When the nothing shines upo...

I said stop!

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or you meant to sing it in my presence.

Did someone tell you how much I hate it?

Or did you do that on purpose?

Whoa.

Easy there.

It’s just a nursery rhyme.

To you it’s just a nursery rhyme,

but every time I hear that song,

it’s like a thousand knives

stabbing my ears!

That’s how painful it is!

Why?

Did something bad happen

when you were a kid

while singing that song?

Loki...

what really happened?

You can tell me.

I promise I’ll understand.

Talk to me.

This is a safe space.

Fine!

You wanna know the truth?

When I hear that song,

memories come rushing back.

Memories I want to bury...

and forget!

That song was playing when I saw her in front of me…

with no life left.

I couldn’t do anything!

I just stood there and listened to that song!

And I saw my friend’s body with no life in it anymore.

My one and only friend!

I’m sorry...

I'm really sorry.

Now that you’ve learned a bit of my past...

are you satisfied?

Do you wanna know more?

Do you want me to tell you

how many stabs her fragile body sustained?

That man...

Moriya...

M.

Mori...

Moriya...

whatever his real name is.

He’s the one behind it.

I’m sorry, Loki.

If I only knew...

that things would turn out like this,

I wouldn’t have sung it.

That friend of yours..

She's Rhea...

right?

Why did I even take Maggie’s advice?

Now Loki might never forgive me.

But at least now I know what really happened to Rhea

and the past Loki has been hiding.

I just probably need to say sorry to him.

Since we’re meeting tomorrow,

I’ll have more time to talk to him.

Loki..

I just want to say sorry

for what happened.

Loki.

Come on!

Notice me!

Am I hearing things?

Maybe my ex-roommates were right.

There might be a real ghost in here...

calling my name, making strange noises.

Or maybe it’s just a wind.

Are you for real?

Wow!

That's real mature of you, Loki.

If there’s a real ghost in here, leave me alone.

I don’t want your presence.

I don’t even want to hear your voice.

Fine.

If that's what you want.

Loki.

Don’t you plan on talking to me anymore?

I’m warning you...

if you don't talk to me,

I will be resigning from the Q.E.D. Club.

Is there a ghost here in the clubroom?

Well, maybe the apartment spirit followed me all the way here.

Or maybe...

I’m just imagining things because I'm sleepy.

I think I’ll buy some coffee.

Are you okay, ma'am? Haven’t you talked yet?

No, I'm okay.

Thank you.

Wait.

Do you know me?

Help!

You’re finally awake!

We gave Loki fifteen minutes.

If he finds you, we’ll let you stay in the club.

Hey! Are you okay?

There’s someone else behind this.

The person behind your abduction

is someone who reeks of evil

and relentless manipulation.

Welcome to…

the White Hostel!

Are you in the White Hostel?

What a coincidence.

This is Officer…

- Bastien Montreal. - Chief.

So, who could that person be?