The dead cannot speak. The blackmailer they chased already dead, freedom at last from the lady of the park provides little solace as the four friends find themselves on thin ice. Sealing up darkness with darkness, painting over lies with lies. Now one overlooked reaches out for their tangled web. They cannot efface the crime, and so they can at least finish this with their own hands... Holding the light of the truth against the dark of the culprit, in place of an apology, I will find you.
