Jasper walked inside the music room and looked around the dingy room. The wallpaper was peeling and the whole aura in the room wasn't quite right. There was something wrong going on here. It was probably due to the fact that this home was owned by a pair of psychopaths. Jasper smirked. That was probably why. He found Monica resting on the piano, sitting on the stool while her head peacefully lay on the keys. Besides the piano, there were a few stands set up with lyrics in their slots while other instruments lay around. One, in particular, caught his eye. It was a harp.
Jasper went over to Monica's side and whispered in her ear. She started to move and Jasper picked up his axe. He performed a clean cut to her neck, killing her instantaneously, but that wasn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for the other players in this little game. He picked up her body and lay it on the ground. The harp wasn't too heavy. In fact, Jasper could carry it quite comfortably. Taking his time, he used the delicate strings of the heart to cut Monica's frail, dead body into thin slices. Each slice couldn't have been more than a few inches wide. When he was done, there were hundreds of slices lying on the ground with a huge pool of blood already formed underneath.
Jasper walked over to the switches by the wall and turned on the fan. Almost as if by magic, Jasper watched in delight as the thin slices of Monica flew around the room, landing all willy-nilly, and spreading the delicious crimson blood everywhere. When the room was decorated enough, Jasper grabbed his axe and snuck away into the night, making sure to leave all the doors wide open for any visitors to find his creative work right away. Jasper grinned. He couldn't wait to see how they would react.
In fact, he would go to the security room right now. He scurried off up there and sat down in a chair, watching the monitor, and waiting. From now on, the game was going to be interesting. Jasper would make sure of it.
