After Stuart and Ahmad both failed to submit a theory, I knew I had to craft a special punishment to serve as an example for the rest of you.
So, while everyone was getting ready for bed, I slipped into each of their rooms and stored an oxygen mask and a few tanks of nitrous oxide-based anesthesia gas underneath their beds and then hid on the balcony connecting their two rooms, something that only the two of them have luckily enough. As they were asleep, I crept into each of their rooms and applied the mask to their face, making their sleep a little bit more controlled. By the time they realized what was happening, they were out cold.
While they were sleeping, I relocated both of them onto their balcony via a shopping cart. I dumped Stuart and Ahmad onto some chairs and tied them to it, before turning the chairs back-to-back.
Finally, they woke up, groggy and confused. I revealed myself to them, giving them the answer to their mystery, but faster than you can say “INACTIVE,” I committed my worst murder yet. I grabbed a sword, that I had stashed on the balcony when I originally hid the oxygen tanks, and stabbed both men with the blade, impaling Stuart from the front and Ahmad from the back. They died, quickly, but I decided to make this a bit more complicated.
I put a tarp in the shopping cart, then rolled their dead bodies into the elevator, before hanging them on the meat hooks in the freezer, Stuart first, then Ahmad, as evidenced by their differences in temperature once removed from the freezer. May this be a reminder to you, I’m a cold-blooded killer, and if you think you have me pegged yet, you a swordly mistaken.
My frozen regards, your killer.
