( KILL LOG - WEEK 1, JASON )

[abhoth]

[There are fifteen minutes left before 7:00 AM. The bedrooms are filled with the hum from the air conditioner units, and the wind has begun to pick up outside. Still — everyone should be safe and sound in their bedrooms, sleep claiming them for yet another hour.

Well... mostly everyone. But close enough, right? Not that it truly matters. This week's sacrifice is still asleep and so are his roommates, and that's the important part.

It's time to get to work, Mira.]

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[Watching him squirm, while not really her thing, is quite enjoyable. She remembers when she was a little child and killed a stray cat that hung around the alleyway of her apartment building. She clutched its neck and strangled it, as it wriggled and squirmed around to try and escape her grasp. Jason reminds her of that cat right now - even the way he gets tiny scratches on the hands, a sad attempt to fight back. Both are inconsequential to her.

Once he finally falls unconscious she continues to strangle for another minute. It should be safe now. She loosens her hold with the wire and moves around to the side of his body, tilting her head down to press an ear to his heart. It isn't beating anymore. How sad. Fingers twitch and she realizes the swelling urge to get something to cut him open and grab his heart bubbles. However she must resist. For now, she will hold herself back.

She uncoils the piano wire from his neck, fingers lightly grazing the blood that seeped out of the wound as she does. It can't be too obvious to Hana that the her fingers have blood on them. She might try to wash it off if she does see it. The tiny scratches may not be missed, but it should become more obvious where they came from if they also check Jason's fingers. There's a tiny bit of blood on them - good. She only has about ten minutes left. Satisfied with the state of the body, she turns around and pushes herself back through the mirror to get to Room 111.]