Ice rolled his eyes at Daimyon “What? And end up being the victim in one of these crazy cases? What do you take me for? Some kind of ginkgo biloba?”

“Are we ready for alibis already?” Bliss raised a finger to her lips. “There’s still a lot we don’t know. I mean, sure, we probably don’t need to know why the killer dressed up Faith but…” The nanny corrected her posture. “Wait! Did the killer dress her up?”

Cyrus turned to look at Bliss. “There’s no evidence to suggest either one dressed up Faith.” he raised a hand to his chin. “Up until now we’ve all assumed the killer dressed her up, but you don’t think that’s correct?”

“It explains a lot more if we assume Faith decided to cosplay on her own.” She rested her arms on the podium. “She wasn’t on speaking terms with Jezebel, but they were good friends before coming to this killing game. If she somehow knew that Jezebel was in trouble, doesn’t it make sense that she might try to defend her?”

Max adjusted his tie. “So you’re suggesting that she snuck into Jezebel’s room at some point, swapped clothes, downed some mono-snooze, all to sacrifice herself for Jezebel?”

“Doesn’t that make more sense than the killer swapping their outfits? The killer’s original target was Jezebel! If it wasn’t for all the makeup, they probably wouldn’t have been fooled. But her outlandish outfit made such a ruse possible.”

Jezebel’s only response to lower her head. 


Lucy nodded. “I have to agree with Bliss’s assessment. It clears up everything, and explains how the killer was able to carry Faith into the room: they didn’t. She walked in there all on her own.” She folded her arms. “That also means that she must have entered the room after Emily and Daimyon left. Did anyone see Faith around that time?”

Denis shook his head. “She there when Jezebel Zachary discovered. Left after.”

“So we need Alibis for the time between nine and ten.” Cyrus looked at everyone. “What were you doing around that time? Noel invited Bliss, Lucy, and myself to play cards in Zachary’s room, so we’re all accounted for. But Lucy did leave early.”

Ice groaned. “You know what Alice and I were doing. We can vouch for each other.”

Denis pointed at himself with his thumb. “Henry and me help Max! Like Daimyon!”

Max nodded. “We left them to keep watch over the scene while Daimyon, Emily, and myself got everyone together to investigate the trap.”

Bliss put a finger on her chin. “So the only people who were ever alone for that time were Daimyon, Max, Emily, and Lucy.”

“Actually…” At long last, George decided to speak. “I invited the li’l lass into my room. I reckon she left your card game at about half past nine?”

Cyrus nodded. “So she went straight to you. So that leaves Emily, Daimyon, and Max.”

“I reckon you can take Emily off there too.” The cowboy said with a chuckle. “I think Y’all will agree with me that this ol’ crime had to be set up while the archer and clown were taking a snooze, right? Well milk tank here spent the night with me, and I’d rather nobody look too deep into that.”

Emily’s eyes shifted side to side. “He’s just new, and he had questions, a-and, and…”

George put his hand on his face. “Quit yer blubberin’! I wouldn’t touch you with a cattle prod, let alone one of my spurs!”

“I was with Emily from eight to nine too.” Bliss said. “So she really couldn’t have interacted with Jezebel’s room before then.”

Max nodded. “That’s fair. If Lucy was with George before the trap went off, and Emily couldn’t have set up her room, then that leaves Daimyon and myself.” Max turned to look at Daimyon. “First I’d like to thank everyone for helping move this trial along. I doubt I could have solved it by myself. And as a police officer, it brings me an immeasurable feeling of satisfaction when the unjust are rightfully punished.” He fret his brow. “I was training in the Dojo this morning, I think that Denis can attest to that? He spotted me this morning and we trained until Emily discovered Jezebel and Zachary.”

“He right.” Denis smiled.

“It just all makes so much sense now. We all thought it was Emily because of how much she interacted with Jezebel’s room, but Daimyon was there right along side her. Before the morning announcement went off, he must have rigged that trap at the stairs and set up Jezebel’s room. They both used fishing line, so it’s not unreasonable to assume that our murderer made the trap as a diversion. Because he was in the room with Emily, he was able to make sure Emily didn’t notice the setup on the door.” Max’s voice gradually grew louder. “You never wanted to kill anyone with the trap, it was just a diversion. With everyone rushing around to investigate the trap, you invited yourself into Jezebel’s room to strangle her to death, only you killed the wrong victim. With Emily as your scape goat, you were confident that no one would suspect you.” Max’s finger shot out towards Daimyon. He was practically screaming. “Daimyon Londe, you twisted son of a bitch! What moves a poet to murder!?”