Ratrick's Revenge Day 3

After the group finished their meal of deliciously specific songs, Rocky spoke up despite her social anxiety.

"hey guys...i know we just met but...im really glad that were in this together...it makes me feel safer knowing there's a killer on the loose :)"

"Gurl pleek, how the fuck do we know you're not the Dahling Dahmer of the group?"

Rocky began to cry, and the patrons awkwardly gulped down their beverages as they anticipated their next trial. When the walls parted once more, it lead to the most elegant room to date...

"The Other Side Of The Door was worth the wait!" said Kellan, in awe of the sheer quantity of picture frames adorning the gallery and the endlessly stretching corridors. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the gallery was closed at the moment, as red velvet curtains covered each painting.

"I guess we should wait for another employee to show up so we don't damage anything," Guy grumbled.

"Periankianadelreyjepsen," replied Hag, channeling Mary Poppins with his syllable count.

While they again waited, Guy pulled Kellan aside to talk.

"Look, you somehow seem like the the most normal person here other than me at this point. Do you think there's anything suspicious about Hag, besides being, y'know, named Hag?"

"Haha, I Bet You Think About Me better after that disaster of a meal earlier." Kellan jokingly slapped Guy's back at his own joke. "I know I Should've Said No to him treating Rocky that way, but it did not seem worth starting an argument over considering how Delicate her feelings can be at everything anyways."

They were interrupted by the arrival of another attendant in the mansion.

"hai who are you? new friendo? :)" Rocky uttered.

"ImAGuideDuh," the new arrival said without taking a breath. "I'm here to unveil each of the paintings in TK's gallery. Please pay attention, and do not speak while I go over everything."

Guy and Rocky intently began to listen to ImAGuideDuh's spiel, while Kellan whispered to Hag. "I Think He Knows something he's not telling us," he said, pulling out a notebook he had pickpocketed from Guy during their earlier conversation. "Seems he's not Mr. Perfectly Fine." Stuffed in the cover of the notebook was a letter that read:

"FROM THE DESK OF ST. RATRICK

DEAREST GUY,

I NEED YOUR HELP. AS THE BEST INVESTIGATOR IN THE ASTRAL PLANE, I NEED YOU TO SUPERVISE THE SUSPECTS IN TK'S MURDER TO CLEAR MY NAME. REST OF MY PLAN STILL IN THE WORKS.

TTYLXOX, RATRICK"

Kellan and Hag blended back into the tour group, ready to absorb some fine art while they pondered how to approach this revelation.