(
Otaku379
) was sitting quietly staring at a picture of her late husband, the Mayor. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she called through the letter box. She wasn't stupid, after all.
"Uh... goons! Hired... no no... uh... flower delivery!" came a deep voice.
"Flowers? Oh, how lov..." she cried, opening the door. "Hey, those aren't..."
BANG!
Perhaps not quite as not stupid as she thought.
(
EnPaceRequiescat
) sat back from her work and pushed her hands through her hair. She'd just finished her investigations for the night, a hard job for an amateur detective without access to the police's resources. But she'd come to a firm conclusion. A sound of breaking glass attracted her attention, and (unwisely) she went to investigate.
"You! What are you doing..."
Quick work with a large knife presumably gave her the answer she was looking for.
It is DAY.
With ten citizens left alive, six votes are required for a lynch.