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Daimyon did not speak again for a while. He was deep in deliberation, constructing scenes in his head only to demolish and reconstruct them at a moment's notice. He was trying to piece it all together, driven by a desperate want to be useful—having read back several pages in his notebook in an attempt to find more information, he was reminded again and again how his survival was not his achievement. Case to case, he was carried by those smarter than him, only to suffer grisly fates while he, somehow, survived. Maybe he was not worth enough to kill. There was some twisted relief in that thought and an equally twisted desire to prove it wrong. He might never have the material knowledge to solve these cases, but he has always had one thing he could fall back on.

His creativity.

[color=seagreen]“A [i]blade![/i]”[/color] he cried out, having kept half an ear on the conversations around him. [color=seagreen]“How cliche! It is as clear to me as few things are that we are dealing with a creative killer here. Someone who would have used everything [i]but[/i] a knife to end a life. No, I think...I think the string—I mean, the tape is what we need to focus on.”[/color] He paused to compose himself. He was naturally inclined to rhyme his speech when he was excited. [color=seagreen]“Emily was the only one who had Jezebel's handbook in our time frame so naturally I suspected her...but ah! What if our frame [i]itself[/i] is hopelessly [i]limited?[/i] Outside the box, we have to look outside the frame...”[/color]

“Just spit it out already!” Ice slammed on his table.

[color=seagreen]“...what if the killer prepared the murder before we found both of them unconscious?”[/color]

There was a silence. Then Ice spoke again, still as angry but now also confused, “What?”

[color=seagreen]“I hadn't seen either of them since breakfast by then. Others hadn't either, apparently, since they were somehow drugged out of all our sights. Which means...[i]all of that[/i] time before we had found them is of interest! Not to mention that this killer, that they also could've had [i]Jezebel's handbook[/i] at this time!”[/color]

“So you're suggesting that our killer visited her room way before Faith was killed,” Cyrus chimed in, his expression contemplative. “I guess it is plausible. They could have done whatever in there, including...somehow...keeping the door...[i]ah![/i]”

[b]“The [i]tape![/i]”[/b] Realisation seemed to have struck the two men at the same time. But Cyrus' mind worked faster. “Of course! That tape had to have held [i]something[/i]—something that let the killer open a locked door. Argh, but what was it...” he fumed, his hand tightening around his hapless glasses.

[color=seagreen]“Well, what does it matter! Be open-minded, Cyrus! Now we know that the killer could have gone in and out any time they wanted!”[/color] Daimyon continued.

“So [i]that's[/i] how I could go back without the handbook...” Emily added. “But wouldn't we have noticed that something was stuck to the bottom of the door when we, uh, first brought Jezebel back to her room?”

Daimyon quickly reasoned, not wanting his thunder stolen, [color=seagreen]“Well...it could've been very hidden! Or we could've been very blind! Either way, just think of the possibilities. This means that we must—”[/color]

“—think about a shit ton more options!” Ice interrupted. “You damn poet, can't you just keep your mouth shut if you can't bring us forward? We don't even know what the murder weapon is, and now you're saying they could've brought in literally anything from any—”

[color=seagreen]“What if it was the tape?”[/color]

“Fucking [i]excuse me?[/i]”

[color=seagreen]“She [i]was[/i] strangled, wasn't she? Or maybe it was some hay...”[/color]

“You lost yer damn mind...”