"Impossible!" K8tie and N8than said at the same time. "He's my brother!" Someone got up from their chair. "There is a simple solution to this; Check the ethnicity of the dead halfbreed; If he is a poodle-monkey, he's K8tie's, if his is a cow-aardvark, he's N8than's, and if he's a moose-bear, he's..." "T8," said the moose-bear. "Yeah, he's T8's." Emi3, wanted to put her two cents in, grabbed the dead halfbreed's head. His face was a mixed up combination of possibly anything. "He was an omnibreed, for sure," she announced. "Aha! The victim isn't any of the proposed siblings' species! They're all lying!" shouted a random person. "Actually, my brother was adopted," said N8than. "My brother was adopted!," said K8tie. "My brother was adopted!" said T8. "CRAP," shouted the random person. "Now we have not physical proof!" Emi3 snorted. "And uh-who, are uh-you?" she asked. The random person stuck his chin up. "I am Dr. Juan Rodriguez, specialist of species studies, and of equal descent of rat, rabbit, and Zionican." The crowd gasped; A tribreed! They were insanely rare, not to mentioned a Zionican halfbreed! Emi3 suddenly was aware of Dr. Rodriguez's large, elliptical eyes on a steep angle: Zionican features. "Everyone calls me Rod," said Dr. Rodriguez. K8tie put her hands up on her shoulders. "Well, excuse me, Rod. Who do you think MURDERED MY BROTHER?!" she hollered. "Anything one of you three," said Rod, pointing to K8tie, T8, and N8than. "The murderer would obviously try to acquire a seemingly close familial bond with the deceased, to diminish anyone suspecting them. And perhaps it is working: Why would the victim's so-called brother or sister kill him?" The room was quiet. Emi3 suddenly got sick. Things were just too confusing. Oh, why did she ever answer that note she found on her bed last Friday, saying "I know you're a halfbreed, join our support group"? Emi3 sprinted for the exit; She had to get out of here! She grabbed the handle of the door, and yanked. IT WAS LOCKED. "The door's locked! We're trapped!" Emi3 announced. "Why were you so desperate to escape...?" N8than asked. He and the other two suspects slowly cornered in on Emi3. "No, I-I..." Emi3 stuttered. "ARREST HER!" screamed T8. But suddenly, N8than's small match (he had been holding it this entire time) extinguished. A ragged cry emitted throughout the dark room. "My smartphone has a flashlight!" cried a random halfbreed, who flicked on her flashlight. The light's trail fell over the shredded body of N8than, laying in a pile on the floor. Emi3's knees felt weak. So it continued.