Predict Death

Shade knew he had found the right place.

The chain outside the broom closet hung loose. It seemed someone had already opened it, but the door was tightly shut. Shade gave it a tug, and the flimsy wooden door immediately opened a crack.

He instinctively reached for the revolver at his waist, hesitated, and instead touched the Rhodes Cards in his pocket. This was a school, after all. Shade did not want to make too much noise by firing a gun. Besides, bullets could not turn corners, but his Rhodes Cards could even trace a pentagram through the air.

After looking around, Shade slipped into the broom closet while no one was paying attention. Perhaps because mops were often put away before they had dried, the fairly spacious interior was damp. Its overall size was roughly the same as the walk-in closet at Shade's home.

To prevent Henry Val's secret room from being right behind the wall, Shade held his breath and slowed his footsteps as much as possible.

Rather than touch the gas lamp switch on the wall, Shade narrowed his eyes and looked through the darkness. Then he watched the blood-red halo vanish directly before the wall at the very depths of the broom closet.

Shelves stood against the walls on both sides, while long brooms and mops were placed before the wall where the red halo disappeared. That stretch of wall was the only one with nothing placed in front of it.

"Is there a hidden passage? But where is the mechanism?"

But if there really was a mechanism, it would certainly make a great deal of noise. So Shade used a simpler method:

"Feliana's Witch Light!"

Golden light lit up in his right palm. Then, like thrusting red-hot tongs into an Ice Block, Shade pushed his