InsaneJournal

Tom stood on the roof of the dorms, looking out at the setting sun.  He could almost feel his heart beat, and anger surged through him so much that his body was shaking, but the anger was undirected, and mixed with profound sadness and disappointment.
He'd known. It would have been one thing if he hadn't been there, or if he hadn't noticed it, but Tom had followed them on the school trip expecting the killer to strike. He knew, or at least he was relatively sure that people's shadows were coming out of Paradise while they were trapped inside. He'd watched that camp all night looking for suspicious behavior, and he'd seen Aomori acting odd, he'd noted it and done nothing. He shut his eyes and dropped his head trying to control the powerful emotions that tore at him.

Another person was dead, and it was his fault.