Song list:
	Introduction: [DGS2] The phantom lives

	Moderato testimony/CE: [GT] Questioning (Moderato)

	Allgero testimony/CE: [RG] Questioning (Allegro)

	Presto testimony/CE: [O] Pursuit

	Confession: [GT] Pursuit (Darkness)




	= Bloodstains, Ball gowns, Trashing the hotel room =

My school is my business. It is my hive, and the students are my busy little bees. They make their honey in their grades. I make it my business, then, to know every time one of the drones so much as spits in the wrong direction.

What was I to do, then, when I discovered this... nasty little thing the students called "Shade Space"? Why, the only thing I could do in that situation, of course. Eradicate it.

There is no way to guarantee the attendance of the flightiest of students, of course. Primarily I mean those makeup-caked brats that called themselves the "Fashionistas", you understand.

And so, I devised a plot; in throwing an event with mandatory attendance, I could set the honeypot for the "queen" of these wasps in my hive, and bring in the sting when necessary.

Unfortunately, whilst I was preparing the necessary expulsion papers, I heard something outside my door. When I went to open it and see what the issue was... Miss George had ran away. One of my more... unsightly students told me what direction she went, and I followed.

When I got to the small hallway between bathrooms, where my charge had fled, however... I heard something very interesting indeed. A shouting match between students. I meant to use this moment to gather evidence, but...

...then I heard something more. Ahoh hoh... something terrible indeed. I heard a scream, a few gasps... and then a few more, but from the other student. Our defendant came running from the bathroom, blind with fear. She didn't even notice me, the poor thing.

When I went in... there on the floor lay the body of the dead "queen". The bathroom was a mess. Heather's signature red caked the mirror in a demeaning message, there was water everywhere... I went to get the janitor, and I went back to my office to scrap that expulsion paperwork.

I suppose at some point someone else must've found the body and reported it to the police, eh? It must've slipped my mind, tragically enough. In a hive with so many busy little workers, it's so easy to forget about one drone, though... ahoh hoh hoh.



[Contra: Mirror message written in wrong lipstick]


	= I don't care; I'm not caught up in your love affair =

My, my. Indeed, you've rattled me out, eh? Yes, I knew quite well enough that the lipstick on the mirror wasn't the "queen"'s shade. It didn't match her complexion, her lips, her eyes... goodness, no, that would've looked hideous.

If there's one thing I must give to that harlot of a "queen", she had simply... marvellous taste. I have a feeling we'd have gotten along quite well, should circumstances have been different.

But we aren't here for that, are we? I'll explain why I decided to hope you wouldn't have tested this of all things.

You see, the message on the mirror? It WAS originally written in Miss Heather's shade. When I saw the message, however, I felt it... too incriminating towards the poor darling defendant! You see, I feel rather sorry for her. A poor outcast, unlike the rest of my hive.

To think Veronica took Miss Heather's lipstick after killing her, and writing that message on the mirror in cold blood... my my, it was too much to bear!

So I admit, I readily scrubbed that message from the mirror, using a bottle of water and the red rag draped horribly around Heather's chest; yes, I'm well aware it's a bandana, but it's also an eyesore, so I shall call it a rag.

After doing so, however, I realized I had tampered with the scene! My my, I was all afright. Seeking to remedy my mistake, I took the only tube of lipstick nearby, and re-wrote the message in Veronica's shade; you were exactly correct.

So you see, it was... a crime of passion. Human error, born of pity. Now let's forget about this, and see about getting that little criminal behind bars where she belongs, hmm~?



[Contra: Bandana had no blood on it]


	= You can call me Queen Bee =

The absolute nerve of you, little brats...! Eyes up, back straight, ears at the ready. Class is in session!

Today's topic; respect! Submit to those higher than you. The way you've pushed and pruned at my every word, buzzing about in my hive... intruders! I will not stand for it! Take this lesson to heart!

Lesson one! Speak carefully! You've insinuated things you probably don't want to have insinuated with someone like me with this. So, what, some rag is the reason why you've taken a liking to dragging my name through the mud?!

Lesson two! Follow-through! So what if that little rag didn't have anything in the way of blood, eh? It's a red bandana! They're exceedingly common, and I never said what I did with it. For all you know I could've had one of my own, and used hers and took it with me, eh?

Lesson three! Location, location, location! What if Heather had two of these, and the one in the bag wasn't the one I cleaned up the message with, eh? Ahoh hoh, you've got NOTHING!

At the end of the day, it was the DEFENDANT'S compass that took Heather's life, it was the DEFENDANT'S bag that contained the evidence you found and used in your investigation, and it was the DEFENDANT'S lipstick on that mirror.

Try to come at me with a single stinger, and you'll find yourself at the mercy of the most vicious bitch of a hornet you've ever seen. I've had botox botches that hurt my reputation more than this!



[Contra: Shouldn't have known it was the compass, end iiiiit]