---The town was overjoyed by the recent lynching results. Though they were disappointed by the failures of the previous day, they were feeling more confident now that a Sariou Soldier had been successfully picked out and killed. It served them right. The voting system, it seemed, could serve a purpose after all.
This happy mood was blinding, and the villagers of Tralfaye let their guard down. They should have remembered that a strong presence remained in the boundaries of the kingdom, still yet to be rooted out.
The first act, predictably of course, appeared to be vengeance; the innocent citizen the road to ruin, who had been one of the leading forces in the day's vote, was talking a leisurely stroll through the kingdom a few minutes before the curfew. It was a fatal mistake.
On the bright side, the pain wasn't great, and it was over quickly. The poor villager collapsed onto the stone floor, his neck slit by a knife. The assailant escaped the scene, leaving the body behind.
Another innocent citizen, std1997, was staying up late and having a drink by the fire. He felt quite secure after the recent death of the soldier. But it wasn't an angry mafia that was after him.
Quietly, the killer snuck in through a first-floor window in his house and approached the unaware villager. He raised his hands and snapped his neck in an instant; there was no scream, no sign of a struggle. The killer escaped, leaving nothing but a corpse behind.
The next day, when the bodies were discovered, the town was brought back down to reality; there WERE still killers out there, and they had to be stopped. There only chance seemed to be the vote...