Murder mystery in 1580 Venice.... a one on one (CLOSED)

Angelo adjusted his satchel as he walked out from under the stone archways of the school's hallways, glancing behind him as he did so. He had been looking through a teacher's stacks of papers for an evidence earlier, and in doing so had a narrow escape with Ms. Cardoso. A few lies helped him out of the situation, but he didn't have much luck with the papers. Looking forward again, he spotted his twin sister's dark locks of hair in its usual bun and sped up his pace. Hopefully, she had found something interesting.

"Angelo! You're late." she said.

"I'm always late. I thought you knew that by now, Rosanna," Angelo sighed, but a small smile tugged the corners of his lips up as he sat down next to her. One of his hands combed through his messy, dark hair as he looked around the courtyard. Though he didn't enjoy the heat outside, at least no one was around.

"Well, have you found anything? I sure haven't." Rosanna said.

"I looked through a few of Ms. Cardoso's papers, but she scolded me before I could read them," Angelo explained as he thought back towards the parchments and the smudged ink on most of them. "If I catch you in here again Angelo, I will have your head!" He added, changing his pitch to something high pitched and squeaky to imitate their teacher.

Rosanna laughed. "Sorry, I know that isn't funny, but the impression…." she broke off into hysterical laughter.

"What can I say…I'm a great impressionist," Angelo answered, a small grin spreading across his face as he watched Rosanna laugh. "So, did you see or hear anything interesting today?" He asked, leaning forward faintly in curiosity as he looked towards his sister.

"No, nothing. I feel like we should investigate later tonight."

"We should," Angelo agreed, nodding in addition as he leaned back against a stone pillar in the courtyard. He sighed a little, happy that it provided a little shade from the sun. "Where should we try to go to? A classroom?"

"No, let's go where it's forbidden. Signora Francesca's office. We could get better information than anywhere else there."

Angelo nodded in agreement as he glanced around the courtyard, hearing a few faint voices coming from the older classes. He ignored them after a few moments, deciding that it was only gossip.

"So, did you find much?"

"Barely anything. I'm guessing that they were just old projects and test scores," Angelo answered as he glanced back over at his sister.

"Oh." she said, sighing.

"We'll find something tonight," Angelo added in an attempt to assure Rosanna. They couldn't give up on anything now that they had gotten into Signora Francesca's School.

(Okay, so timeskip or no?)

(We can timeskip.)

It was night. Rosanna snuck into the boy's wing and woke up Angelo. "Come on!" she whispered.

"Rosanna?" Angelo whispered hurriedly as he pushed himself up from the bed, fumbling to grab his cap and satchel. The boy's wing was unnaturally quiet, but he ignored it and focused on getting out of the room silently.

"Well don't wait up! Got in through the window, they normally lock up after curfew hours."

Angelo nodded as he slipped his boots, tying his laces loosely as he put his cap on over his messy dark hair. He walked across the room silently and began to climb through the window quietly after Rosanna. "I have to hand it to you, Rosie, you're quite good at this," Angelo whispered quietly, teasing her with a nickname he had made.

She jumped down, swinging on a rope, and landed. "I've found several secret passageways. One of them must lead to the Signora's office."

Angelo watched Rosanna as she swung, shifting nervously as he tried to decide what path he would take. After a few moments, he managed to climb down and use the rope to land on the cobblestone ground. "Well, lead the way." He answered, readjusting his cap and the satchel on his side.

Rosanna dragged Angelo along to a trapdoor behind a statue of a naked man. "Ew." she thought, opening the trapdoor. "Let's go!" she hissed. "There are people coming!"

Angelo glanced down as they passed the statue, feeling a bit uncomfortable next to the stone. "Coming," He whispered, ducking down into the room under the trapdoor, checking their surroundings.

Rosanna snuck through the twisting corridors when she heard footsteps. "Stop!" she whispered.

Angelo skid to a stop as he looked over Rosanna's shoulder towards the shadows coming from down the hall. A few ominous footsteps joined them as he narrowed his eyes and tried to listen for any words.

"…. Not the right formula. Bring in the next subjects!" a feminine voice cried out.

Angelo furrowed his brow slightly in confusion as he leaned forward to listen for anything else. Bring in the next subjects? Formula?

Rosanna scribbled down a few notes on some parchment. The footsteps came closer. "Angelo, run!"