You followed Shining Armor’s footsteps to the second floor, where you begin to catch the scent of paper in the stale air. It’s the smell of old books, instantly recognizable to anyone who had worked in an antique bookstore or library…. Which in fact the Mystic Den and the Canterlot Grand Library.

The first room, was some kind of a child's room... but it was different. there seems to be a foul smell coming from the bed itself! By the looks of it, something brown was smertched all around the sheets and pillows that's already dried up. it's the same stench only found in dumpsters and rancid sewers. You can't bear this and wen't on to the next room.

The second room has numerous stacks of boxes. Peeking inside one of them, you saw several canned goods like tuna, sardines, meat loaf, and corned beef, anything in cans are there. You think that whoever lived here doesn't seem to want to leave the house. But why is it deserted then? It makes you wonder... what happened to the occupants of the house?

The third room is empty. Nothing is inside, but a single chair in the middle of the room facing the door. You don't know why, but there's something about this room that makes your body quiver in fear. The hairs on the back of your head stood on end. You wanted to run and get the hell out of the house, but you have to stay and investigate... otherwise, you'll end up with nothing and looking for answers about Shining Armor would be just a waste of time.

The fourth room seems to be locked... go figure. But there's a hole on the door enough to peek through it. Peeking in, you see a small light emitting next to what appears to be a window. It's all black inside so the only thing that indicates daylight was that small hole on the other side of the room. Upon looking at it, you noticed something was moving there! You squinted a bit to get a good look, but as you do the light turned red, and it seems to be moving towards you! Jerking back, you stumbled on the floor and moved back a little. What was that?! Was someone there? Is it Shining Armor? No, he saw him leave! But who is that? Looking at the door closer, the door seems to be nailed shut. it's a good thing too... whoever is inside there will never get out... you moved on without looking at that door's hole again.

The fifth room on the second floor turns out to be a study, its towering shelves packed with such a vast number of books that you fear for the stability of the floor. As a medical student yourself, you’re able to discern at a glance that this study belongs to a medical professional, and a high-level one at that.

Judging by the content of the books, a smorgasbord of technical volumes far beyond a simple student’s understanding, the owner’s interests lie more with medical research that with clinical practice.

Shining must have spent most of his time here. The scattered dust suggests that he was searching for something, and the contents of the desk drawers are in obvious disarray. A small pile of books stacked on the side table catches his eye. Being next to the desk, they must have been the most frequently read. Their nature could shed some light on the character of the person who worked here.

You frowned at that as you examine the three books. These aren’t scientific texts like the rest, but old, leather-bound western tomes like the sort you would fine in a rare book store. The titles are meaningless to you. “Traite des Chiffres” appears to concern semiotics, but “Ars Magna et Ultima” is some kind of treatise on divination?

And there’s the “Voynich Manuscript”, which looks like some sort of picture book. When you pages through it, you found that the text is utterly incomprehensible. Maybe it’s some kind of cipher. Whatever they are, they clearly have nothing to do with medicine, refuting your earlier guess that this “Shadow” was a doctor. Looking down, you suddenly noticed the glint of something black and metallic underneath the chair.
A pocket-sized flashlight, quite out of place among all these dusty books. Shining must have brought it in. With relief, you exchanged your lighter for the flashlight. Its tiny body emits a powerful white beam that casts away the darkness. Your courage restored, you decide to explore the rest of the house.

(Stairwell)
“….Hmm?” You noticed something strange, something that was not visible in the lighter’s weak flame.
The slime! Dark, oily stains are everywhere. The stains are especially thick around the doorknobs and stair banisters, like someone grasped them with hands wrapped in greasy cloth. Looking closer, you see places where the slime was splashed low on the walls, almost as if a wet mop was run violently across the floor. “U-uh?!”

Could Shadow have made these marks? If so, how? You begin to feel sick as you imagine a man shambling through the house with slime dripping from his body.

(Bedroom)
Finding the bedroom next to the study, you checked the closet on a hunch. You discovered two empty suitcases – not what one would leave behind when going on a long vacation.

A sudden chill ran through you. Whoever was living here is still somewhere inside the house.
Suppressing the urge to flee, you went back downstairs to check the first floor. If you find a corpse, you’ll have to call the police right away. You might get away with trespassing if you report it first, but if they find the body later, it’ll be awfully hard to explain your fingerprints all over the house.

(Den)
The flashlight reveals the den to be covered in even more slime than the rest of the house. The sofa looks as though it was dredged from the bottom of a swamp.

(Kitchen)
In the kitchen, you took one look at the sink and decided not to get any closer. You don’t want any more fuel for your imagination.

(Bathroom)
You reached the door to the bathroom. A common scene from TV dramas flashes through your head – a body with slit wrist floating in a bathtub full of water. And wasn't there a movie where a hit-man disposes of his victim in a bathtub filled with lye?
You braced yourself for the worst and open the door slowly, and then shine your light into the ceramic bathtub that appears from the darkness like a white ghost.

Bones! So many bones! Bones black with dry flesh and blood!

You put your one hand against the wall to steady yourself as your legs threaten to buckle. Something is wrong, you realized as you try desperately to get your thoughts in order. The bones are too small, and there are far too many of them!
They aren't human.

After taking several deep breaths to calm yourself down, you enter the bathroom and examine the tub. The bones are piled atop each other like fallen leaves. They appear to be from small animals, perhaps cats or dogs. Even so, the quantity is mind-boggling. How many bodies would it take to produce this many bones?!

Bones have all been separated from one another, so it doesn’t look like bodies were just thrown into the tub and left to rot. Each bone is covered with deep grooves – marks left by teeth biting through flesh.

Your sanity won’t let you consider the possibility that a human could have done this. The owner of this house must have kept some sort of carnivorous animal as a pet, giving it the bones of small animals to eat and disposing of the remains in the bathtub. But why not dispose of the leftovers properly? They could have just been thrown out with the garbage. Or was there something keeping him from leaving the house?
The relief you felt when you realized that the bones weren’t human is once again under attack.
In the first place, what the hell was Shining Armor doing here?!

“What’s wrong?” A voice suddenly said from behind you.

“Huh!?”

You whirled around, your light revealing Shining Armor’s expressionless face. “You’re trespassing”

“S-so are you,” You replied, barely managing to speak over the pounding of your heart.

Shining pushes past you and looks into the bathtub. He doesn’t even flinch at the sight of the bones. “A friend of mine lives here. I’m just running an errand.”

“What? Who’s this friend?” When did you meet them?” You don’t want to believe that the old, friendly Shining Armor could have had contact with the denizens of this house.

“I’ll introduce you one of these days,” He says, turning to leave without even a glance at you. “I owe her my life.”

“Hey, Shining!” You ran after Shining Armor as your heart finally beats normally again. “Wait, is this friend of yours the reason you've been acting so strange?”

Standing in the entrance, Shining glares coldly at you over his shoulder. The utter of emotion in his eyes gives you pause. “You followed me, didn’t you?”

“Ugh…” You swallowed. What can you say?

“You’re starting to bother me. Don’t do it again.”

“….Fine.”

Shining walks away without another word, leaving you along in the entrance. Up until this very moment, concern for your friend was still at the forefront of your mind. Now, however, that concern is swiftly giving way to a growing sense of dread. Does the Shining Armor you knew no longer exist? Was the person who just stared you down an impostor wearing Shining’s skin? You began to believe that it might be so.