𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄
May 13th. Everyone tracks back to The Crybaby's grandparents' house, while the locals return to their respected homes after getting The Elite medical assistance for her sprained ankle. It was so late, nearing the witching hour before they all fell into beds and couches for the night, dreading the hangover the morning after. In fact, the group was so tired that they almost didn't notice that one of their own hadn't made it back to the house that night.
At first, no one panicked. The Nightingale would just... come back at some point. He was sometimes known to wander away, so they all had breakfast. Went to the beach. Got lunch. Had mimosas. Went shopping. Went back to the beach. Had dinner. They started to text, and call, and were all but ready to call the police when there was a knock on the door. The Priss opened the door, expecting to see that The Nightingale had finally come home, only to be met with a letter at the entrance. She picked it up and read aloud the short message,
"Where oh where has your Nightingale gone? Is he in the trees? Or washed underneath the sea?"










