Kenopsia

Scene Four: "Monachopsis"

Monachopsis (n.) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

"Two deaths, in two nights." Lanie said, pacing in-front of the dining table, an invisible breeze flaring her trench coat.

"It's apparent that this killer may be outside of our familiarization, possibly one of the staff, but that may not be inclined. The hotel's gone in lockdown before we could even get out. We're all suspects." Chiara said, hands clenched together, eyes fixed on the wood of the table.

The group was eerily quiet, only eyes looking to watch whoever was speaking or moving.

"It seems, there is a killer among us." Lanie stopped, turning to place her hands on the end of the table, looking at the group intently. "We'll have to ask everyone what they were doing days prior."

Sounds of agreement and approval came from the group. The requirement seemed reasonable.

"Notes that they left could possibly be vital to finding this murderer among us, or what they used to eliminate them?" Meg spoke up, making gestures accordingly.

"I mean- Degg was soaked already, which probably means they were drowned." Ruby stated, her hands fiddling aimlessly against the chandelier's warm tint.

"It does say in the note— '16 feet deep', yeah?"

They met with a begrudging silence after, waiting for someone to speak up.

"I think Lem was poisoned." Rylee said, nonchalantly waving a hand in the air.

Heads turned to look at Rylee, curiousity or just steel cold eyes, waiting for an answer to be unveiled.

"Rylee's correct. Look." Cherri pointed at a particular area on the note she was holding. "The coffee tasted funny."

"And that foaming mouth was probably cyanide." Zoe stated.

Everyone exchanged looks. They clearly knew what was happening. Any of them could be next, and probably by tomorrow, another individual would be dead.

"I'll be searching everyone's rooms for any possible lethal weapons." Fell looked up, waving a hand.

The rest of the group nodded, and Fell began to leave the distant voices of Lanie questioning everyone's doings.

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Fell searched the Cali's room for a particular object. His eyes were darting from one corner to another, his hands vigorously moving through the cabinet's stacks of clothes and robes. The setting sun's rays shone through the windows against Fell's back as he dug deeper into the clothing storage, hands begging to stop however continuing.

That's when he discovered it. That's when he unveiled it.

A bag, a satchel, filled with numerous containers of,

Cyanide.