"That penmanship is pretty scary..." Daniel said with a smirk, analyzing the writing on the wall. He touched the paint, no residue sticking to his finger. "Definitely not ketchup... and definitely dry. Somebody must have done this last night. And Hanaeda... could it be the ghost of John Ruskin?" he laughed a bit to himself.
"You guys, this is serious," Jake said in chastisement. He helped Juliana to her feet, the latter still visibly shaken from the ordeal. "Are you okay?"
"I th-think so..." she replied, blushing madly. She hated being the center of attention, and the fact that she drew it all to herself by her over-reaction wasn't helping. She pet the Misdreavus and Noibat that had come to comfort her, before crossing her arms and casting her gaze towards the ground.
"You sure?" Jake said, showing concern for her well-being. "You can skip Fitness class today, if you want."
"N-no, that's okay..." she stammered, shaking her head. "I'm fine... really. J-just a little freaked out." She was lying through her teeth and she knew it, but she couldn't bear to admit it in front of the rest of the students. She silently cursed at herself for being so timid. She couldn't help it though. She was the type of person who was scared by friends sneaking up and saying "hi." Finding broken picture frames and bloody writing was in a whole other league. She quietly gathered her wits, and began to leave the student center, heading towards the lecture hall for the next class.
"I'll walk with you." Jake said calmly. He felt the need to comfort her, though not out of romantic interest. He just wanted to make sure she was safe. Daniel, meanwhile, kept poking around the crime scene.
"Vandalism, destruction of school property, intimidation... Dean Harkins is going to be pissed," Daniel said, trying to find any sort of lead to follow.
"Dean Harkins is not going to find out!" Tabitha interjected.
"And how do you suppose we keep this a secret?" Daniel asked.
"I'll figure something out, but you can't let him find out." Tabitha responded; her tone was dead serious, and she was intent on the Dean remaining oblivious.
"Well, I'll let you figure that out," Daniel added, before he saw something gleaming in the corner of his eye. He looked down at the ground, seeing something hiding behind a trash can nearby. "What do we have here?"
He knelt down to examine the object, reaching over to pick it up. It was a pair of ordinary prescription glasses, with a small dab of red pain on the corner of one lens. It looked like the same substance used on the wall. He put them over his eyes briefly, everything blurred to such a degree that he couldn't even make out basic shapes. Strong prescription, that was certain.
"Hey, Will," Daniel said, walking over to where Will stood with his Riolu. He knew Will would be interested in this. "Check this out." He held the glasses out to Will for him to examine them.