Karl said nothing in response to the discovery of the corpse. He had seen a couple over the course of his career, though never with that much blood lost. He did, however, raise an eyebrow at the message on the wall, and the note accompanying the gun. Already people had started to scrap at one another.
"Dear god, whoever invited us here wants us all to die... are we really going to play their game?"
"Well, when you put it like that, I'm not going to stick around. Excuse me." He pushed past some of the others, uncaring of any attempts to stop him, and tried the front door. Locked. That did not surprise him. What did, however, was the complete lack of lock mechanism from the inside: the door could only be locked from outside of the building.
"Clever bastard," Karl thought aloud to himself. But not clever enough to outsmart me. I'll be out of here eventually, was the unspoken end of the sentence. He turned back to the group. "So it turns out we're locked in from the outside. Whoever wants us in here is trying to send a message, I think." The thief made his way over to the bloody mess and crouched down to investigate closer, thinking over the situation.
"They want us to find the one who did this... I'm no doctor, but it looks like this person knew what he was doing. Might be a stab wound, hitting an artery judging by the blood pool," he noted, though Karl knew he was guessing. His business was the taking of property, not lives. "Who here's got a blade on them? It might help to narrow down the list of potential suspects."
Of course, he was carrying a knife, but he thought it highly unlikely that anyone would know that. It was well concealed, and had yet to leave its sheath that evening.
"Dear god, whoever invited us here wants us all to die... are we really going to play their game?"
"Well, when you put it like that, I'm not going to stick around. Excuse me." He pushed past some of the others, uncaring of any attempts to stop him, and tried the front door. Locked. That did not surprise him. What did, however, was the complete lack of lock mechanism from the inside: the door could only be locked from outside of the building.
"Clever bastard," Karl thought aloud to himself. But not clever enough to outsmart me. I'll be out of here eventually, was the unspoken end of the sentence. He turned back to the group. "So it turns out we're locked in from the outside. Whoever wants us in here is trying to send a message, I think." The thief made his way over to the bloody mess and crouched down to investigate closer, thinking over the situation.
"They want us to find the one who did this... I'm no doctor, but it looks like this person knew what he was doing. Might be a stab wound, hitting an artery judging by the blood pool," he noted, though Karl knew he was guessing. His business was the taking of property, not lives. "Who here's got a blade on them? It might help to narrow down the list of potential suspects."
Of course, he was carrying a knife, but he thought it highly unlikely that anyone would know that. It was well concealed, and had yet to leave its sheath that evening.
