The poor murdered girl; who’s body still lies in her dorm room, is somehow sitting in the bar, and no one is sure how long she’s been there.
But eventually she speaks, turning away from the bar and smiling at everyone in the tavern.
“Tick tock tick tock, you guys are running out of time to solve my murder.” She giggles into her hand. “I’d almost think you didn’t care, but that can’t be right, can it?”
Without another word, she jumps to her feet, and leaves the room, though no one is in the hall if she’s followed out.









