The Soul Labyrinth

When Tolkalee got close to the clock, it began tumbling over in his direction. When it hit the ground, a pool of blood emerged from underneath it even though no one was under it. Behind the grandfather clock, an hourglass symbol was engraved on it.

"That's lovely," Tolkalee commented dryly. He Bent down to look at it a little closer. Then he looked at Cronos. Time god, image of someone killed by a clock. That would be ironic.

After sometime, the grandfather clock returned to its initial state. Some other things are probably worth more interest right now.

Tolkalee moved around the room and picked up the report card. He began looking it over to see what was on it.

The report card was of a medical student. The name was scribbled or torn apart leaving only some letters readable; Ch—— R——. The owner of the report card got straight S’s in every subject and was regarded by the teacher as “An amazing example of a perfect student”, judging from the comments left.

Ch… Tolkalee squinted at it for a moment. That could possibly be Chris. He set the report card down, and looked around again. He came to the mirror and looked at it. "Hmm."

As Tolkalee stepped closer to the shattered mirror, it’s revealed that the mirror was a large one, approximately as big as a person. The pieces on the ground and the ones remaining on the mirror all had blood stains on it. The mirror shards all reflected the same symbol; a musical note.

A musical note… Where have I seen that before. Tolkalee took another step towards it. I remember. It was the dude that attacked me and Desmond when I first met him. The one who knew me without me ever seeing him before. Or am I just looking way into things?

When Tolkalee got closer, the musical note symbol on the shattered pieces changed slightly. The musical notes had a slight distortion to them.

After sometime, the shattered pieces reformed back into the mirror frame. The musical note symbol disappeared… something was reflected in the mirror other than Tolkalee’s image.

There was someone… someone new… but he wasn’t alive. His body was hanging on a rope, beneath him was a fallen chair and on the ground was a letter. The image of the atmosphere reflected by the mirror was not the same as the Arena, it looked more like an house.

"Conner…" Tolkalee whispered aloud to himself, thinking back to when he saw Conner's arms. "There's no way." Yes there is, you almost witnessed that sort of thing happen, he scolded himself. Just because you can't see yourself doing that doesn't mean others wouldn't feel like that.

The image of that new person disappeared from the mirror and the complete mirror returned back to its initial shattered way… but there was a note left behind.
Note to self, only objects related to the currently alive Knights and Viscounts can be found and interacted with.

That doesn't work, Conner's dead, he shook his head. That's someone I don't know.

The two closest things to the mirror were the suitcase and the fallen photograph.

Tolkalee walked over and picked up the photograph. Less out of curiosity, and more out of respect for others property.He was going to set it up again.

(I would just like to take the opportunity to say this real quick, please… expect the unexpected. Some parts of the story from now on will be somewhat graphic intense and some are down right messed up. You will look at some characters in a whole new way. You have been warned)

(Warning taken into consideration)

The photograph was one of three people; one was a male adult and the other two were female students. They seemed to all be smiling as the two girls were giving the male a bouquet of flowers each. Judging from their appearance and how they interacted in the picture, the male seemed to be the girls’ teacher or some sort of guardian entity. The male’s face was incomplete, having only the bottom half of it visible and that showed a smile.

Behind the photo frame was a symbol; an hourglass symbol to be precise.

Tolkalee glanced at Cronos again. This could be him, but at the same time, I don't know who taught him or if anyone else can control time, so it might not be him.

There was a small note behind the frame.
How was he both a god and a human at the same time…? Or perhaps… he was reborn twice?
The handwriting of that note was the same one as the note near the mirror.

Well, according to Greek mythology Cronos was the god of time, Tolkalee thought. So this could definitely be him. But we won't just jump to conclusions just yet.

The next thing beside the photograph was the suitcase. There was a lock on it. The password to the lock was a six digit code. There doesn’t seem to be a code near the suitcase… but maybe it’s somewhere else…(???)

Tolkalee instantly looked at the ball point pens, walking over to examine them. Six digit code, six ballpoint pens. Maybe?

The pens were arranged and were stuck in place. Each pen was a different sized one. Starting from the left; size 2, size 5, size 1, size 4, size 0 and size 3.

251403, Tolkalee walked back to the suitcase and tried it. And if this doesn't work I can always try something else.

The lock clicked and the suitcase opened.
Inside the case were several other things; a paintbrush, a small blank canvas, an empty color tray, a blowtorch, several colored dyes, some pencils and erasers.

Well that's… odd, He looked at the items a little more carefully. I didn't take anyone here to be the artistic type.

All the items in the suitcase had two things in common… one, they all had a black crow symbol and two, they all looked new.

Oh my gosh, it's Chris, Tolkalee looked up as if he had seen it all. Yep it would be him. There is no mistaking that crow. It doesn't look like he's used them though. They're all new looking.

The small blank canvas started to rumble a little. When the rumbling ends, a blank slate turned to a completed painting. The painting was of a beautiful girl by the beach. There was a photograph of the same scene in the corner… but somehow, the painting looked better than the photo itself. The painting was also dated.

… something doesn’t add up… the date on the report card of the medical student earlier was dated around the same time as when the painting was dated and was on the same year.

"That's odd," Tolkalee walked over and picked up the report card again. He examined it as he moved back over to the canvas. "I wonder…"