Meanwhile,
Ghostdoctor was hiding inside a preplanned room in the game lobby building with Frostbite right next to him.
Frostbite is still much more skilled in close combat than Ghostdoctor, so Sean planted them both in the same room as to control Ghostdoctor, the new member's movement.
Shockwave and Kenneth was in the room across, the original plan was for Sean to walk past this corridor, sends Ghostdoctor and Shockwave a signal through point transactions so they can ambush whoever following Sean.
That plan never happened, instead Ghostdoctor got a painfully long morse code message that hurts his right eardrums after 30 straight minutes of listening.
"So what's the message?" Frostbite asks.
"Original plan failed, you leave the alliance and give everything that isn't game property on you to my uncle, then come down to the stadium through stairwell 11.
Scout through the 26th row near stairwell 11, once you find me, inspect my surroundings for anyone either wearing the cloak that hides name, or is from Living Cemetery.
Once you find them, tell me where they are from me, tail them and keep updating me on their position so I can escape their stalking."
Ghostdoctor explains while looking at the notes he wrote with a non game property pen at the back of his morse code translator.
"Well then." Frostbite extends out his hand, expecting Ghostdoctor to hand over his non game property items.
Ghostdoctor hesitated, he stared pensively on his notes as his fingers starts squeezing the paper out of frustration.
It can only be Ghostdoctor for this job, he's the only one who's identity is unknown to GPS or Living Cemetery.
Though, Ghostdoctor in the open watching the tournament will indeed attract a lot of attention.
The 11th best player without an alliance, who has barely any public appearances, the total ghost of a man spotted will get every player excited.
However, having him or another member wearing the anonymity cloak to hide their identity would appear far more suspicious, so Ghostdoctor is still the best option.
Eventually, Ghostdoctor complied with the instructions given, he hands everything on himself that shouldn't be in the game to Frostbite.
That includes the pair of scissors, the morse code translator he retrieved from me, a screwdriver, a long needle, a syringe, a shorter needle and threads, and a bunch of other weird stuff that made Frostbite's eyes widen. Hell, there was even a cell phone, it's dead though.
"Why the hell is this step necessary?" Ghostdoctor rants before walking out the room and towards stairwell 11 of the game lobby.
Frostbite has no answer to that question, he just trusts his brilliant nephew's judgement, and he's also in utter shock of all the weird, wacky and somewhat terrifying tools that Ghostdoctor's been carrying this whole time.
Reaching the stairwell, not even in the actual stadium yet, the crowd has already noticed the myth, the legend, the Ghost himself.
Gossips can be heard from all around, but no one dares to approach him because of his rough and fierce face.
"There's no mistaking it, that's the 11th best player in the game."
"How is he still not in an alliance yet?"
"A lonewolf here to seek a worthy alliance perhaps?"
"He looks horrifying, look at all those scars on his face."
Unpleasant remarks all over, but Ghostdoctor don't mind, his repulsive face is useful in this case to walk through the crowd without needing to squeeze through it, no one wants to near him after all.
Ghostdoctor arrives in the stadium with nothing to disguise himself, his nametag out in the open, his face completely exposed.
It ignited countless conversations from the surroundings, but still, no one dares to approach him.
He then walked down to the 26th row without anyone blocking his way, the crowd all evaded to the sides when he approaches out of fear.
"Found you, the hooded man." GPS seated at a higher position, looks down at Ghostdoctor who's roaming around the 26th row looking for Sean.
She was pointing a finger gun at Ghostdoctor, who was completely oblivious of her presence.
"What? Ghostdoctor's the hooded man?" Isaac was at her right, for some reason, he didn't have a nametag despite not wearing an anonymity cloak.
He was wearing a cap and black mask, but neither has the ability of hiding nametags.
"Mmhmm." GPS responds, gaze and finger gun still fixated at Ghostdoctor.
"Why? Why is he the hooded man?" Miller was at her left, also wearing a black mask, also doesn't have a nametag above his head.
"He's just wandering around the 26th row, he passed by an empty seat yet didn't take it, everything about him looks like he's trying to find someone."
"He's finding Sean then? So you're right, that brat was lying!" Isaac exclaims.
"If he is, why don't he just find his teammates and join back Dawn Breakers? What's the point of this?" Miller asks GPS.
"He probably suspected that I'll follow him, the hooded man was someone whose identity we didn't know. If he's sending anyone to find us, it'd be the hooded man."
She place down her finger gun, grabs a crayon, starts doodling before resuming her explanation.
"The hooded man's here to find us, but he first needs to know where Sean is to narrow down the area where we might be, that's what he's doing right now, that's why I suspect it's Ghostdoctor."
"How do you know all of that?" Isaac asks with a perplexed look.
"It's simple deduction, it's the logical solution for him if he predicted that he'll be followed before surrendering himself to you.
He probably had it all planned out that he will be in the stadium to put on the act of watching the tournament at a specific location, which the hooded man will search.
However this is just a theory, he might not be aware that we are following him.
Nonetheless, the chances of Ghostdoctor being the hooded man is high, bring him to me. We'll see what he has to say before deciding whether or not Sean's an enemy."
"I'm on it." Miller stands up with three more men in black, all somehow without a nametag.
"I'm curious about that scissors of yours, hooded man." GPS monologues as she draws a sharp pair of scissors, slicing a stick figure's throat gorily with crayons.
"The hell, girl." Isaac comments in disgust.
"Oh, your alliance won."
"Player Greg Schwartz from Life Force has been eliminated by The Reaper.
Living Cemetery advances to the next round, Life Force is eliminated."