As the others got slowly departed, CC wandered around the dance building. He found it eerie to be walking around a deserted building alone, and he was thinking he should go, when he heard music. Piano music.

Intrigued, he followed the sound, and came to an open door. The door lead into a classroom, he supposed, for teaching musical theory. It contained only a black grand-piano, two rows of four desks and a chalk-board on the wall. Sat at the piano, playing with tears streaming down her face, was Isabella.

As her slow, sad melody came to an end, CC started to clap. She looked at him, shocked, and immediately got up and ran to the door. Something about her fear stirred something inside of CC. "No!" He cried. She stopped. "I mean... Please. I just want to talk to you... I mean... I know you can't... Back."
She turned to him.
"That was... Beautiful. Did you... Did you compose that?"
She nodded once, the tears still falling fast and plenty.
They looked at each other for a moment, before CC said, "I-I'm Christian Coma. People call me CC."
She swallowed soundlessly.
"You're Isabella." She nodded, her face anxious.
"You're very good. My friend, Jinxx, plays piano. And his sister, Corynne. Corynne is my friend Andy's wife. And then there's Ashley, and Jake."
Isabella looked at CC, then past him. She had seen something behind him. He span around. The chalk board. Isabella walked up to it and picked up the stub of chalk.
"Your band is good." She wrote, "I used to sing a little. But then" she looked up at her writing, as if wondering what to write next.
"I'll show you." She wrote finally.
And she walked towards him and tilted her head back. She rubbed her throat, and a layer of flesh-coloured powder came off, to reveal a scar running from her chin to the top of her chest. CC felt his stomach tighten. She looked forwards again, and shrugged.
"Isabella," CC said, trying to keep his voice steady, "Who did this to you?"
Isabella walked back to the board and wrote in her neat lettering:

"Me."