Blood. Blood was all she smelled. It was all she ever smelled. For countless years, that smell welcomed her. And now, it was most prominent. The wail of sirens and flashing lights were the only thing in motion, as Vinyl Scratch wiped the blood from her mouth. What laid at her hooves was the blood-soaked body of her roommate, still clinging to life. It would only be a matter of time before the door would be bucked in, and Vinyl would be forced to live with her choice. She wasn't going to run from them. Not anymore. Her eyes remained fixed on Octavia, who met her eyes. Octavia wore a saddened look. Not because her closest friend brought her to this condition, but because Vinyl didn't feel that she could trust her with the truth.

The heavy trotts of armed ponies echoed as they made their way into the apartment complex and towards their apartment. Octavia motioned Vinyl to lean in close. She whispered something into her ear, bringing Vinyl to tears. Loud shrieks of agony were heard shortly before the apartment for door flew open, followed quickly by the shattering of a window and the trotting of hooves.

The officers who came in were greeted by the remains of the late Octavia Melody. Her cause of death was ruled to multiple puncture wounds to the neck and upper torso, leading to a quick loss of blood, and death. The only strange part about how Octavia looked, was the fact that, despite her numerous fatal wounds, she seemed to bare a slight smile across her face. With no apparent suspect, the officers were now on the lookout for her roommate, Vinyl Scratch. A witness confirmed to have seen her fleeing the scene only moments before the officers broke down the door. How she survived a fall from a fourth story window was unknown. Whether or not she is the murderer, she was the only pony who knew what happened.

She smirked at the fact she finally got to throw the argument out. Octavia didn't know what to be more startled by; the fact Vinyl actually did research, on her own mind you. Or the fact that it was a solid argument. Vinyl’s words left her sitting there with her hoof up, trying to find some form of retort.

Her words continued to echo in Vinyl’s head, even after she left the apartment. She almost wanted to tell her at that moment. To tell her the truth. Her little secret. Her unconscious thoughts brought her in front of the bathroom mirror. She stared blankly at the mirror, and Vinyl Scratch, the DJ pony from Manehattan stared back. Her purple shades reflected the ceiling light, giving the mirror a tinted glow. Vinyl closed her eyes, slowly removing her shades, placing them on the sink. She opened her eyes, locking eyes with her own reflection again. Pinkish red eyes brought back long-repressed memories. Those eyes in the mirror didn't belong to Vinyl, but to a mare who died long, long ago. The innocent eyes of the forgotten Melody Song peered onward from behind the mirror’s walls. How long had it been since she had seen those eyes? Since she lived a, peaceful life? How many centuries had she now hid herself, afraid of what the world would think? And how long had she lied to the pony she loved, afraid of losing another.

With a small light burning from her horn, Vinyl got an idea of the interior. The inside was just as bad as the outside. Graffiti littered the walls and broken floor from the floors above covered the ground. Nothing could be heard outside of the rain now rattling outside the building. It was at that moment Vinyl picked up on the familiar scent of blood, and the line of it leading away from the entrance. She followed the blood, leading up to the next floor. The trail was an obvious trap. It didn't take much of a pony biology expert to know no pony could bleed this much. This trail was most likely from many ponies. All of this to get Vinyl’s attention. And it was working. The level of senseless murdering of ponies made her angry. It didn't take her long to find her way to the fourth floor, and into a large room. Her light couldn't illuminate the much room, leaving a lot of it in darkness.