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[pointofhonoria]

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[stairwellshadow]

[ After a few tense moments, the paper reappears. ]

[pointofhonoria]

[ Alright. She takes only a few seconds to write 'E' and slip it back. Vowels, right? ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ Vowels are certainly working so far! ]

[pointofhonoria]

[ She should probably start considering her letters more with two vowels covered. Instead she just adds 'O' and pushes that out. ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ Oh no! A circle is added under the gallows. ]

[pointofhonoria]

Dammit.

[ Alright, alright. T, this time. ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ That's better. ]

[pointofhonoria]

[ Well that got a few. Hm. She sends out 'H' next. ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ Quite a few! And one I missed but shh. ]

[pointofhonoria]

[ Screw it, she's going to throw out a few at once: N, D, S. ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ So close now... ]

[pointofhonoria]

[ ...yeah, she thinks she knows what this is. She scribbles out the B, I and F roughly and shoves it back.

Bit the hand that feeds. Right? ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ She is correct!

Underneath the completed puzzle is a note: ]

congratulations! did you like my puzzle, ms. attack dog detective?

[pointofhonoria]

[ Crabb frowns. Chooses to talk aloud. ]

Not sure 'like' is the word. Bit creepy. What do I 'win', huh?

[stairwellshadow]

a clue.

room 107.

[pointofhonoria]

...what the Hell.

[ That's... César and the kid's room. Right? ]

A clue to what?

[stairwellshadow]

that would spoil the surprise!

[pointofhonoria]

Right, because that isn't creepy at all...

[ And ffter a moment of deliberation, Crabb groans and, against all better judgement, pulls the door open to see if whoever's doing this is still out there. ]

[stairwellshadow]

[ And she's faced with...

Nothing. Whoever it was must have left after the last message. ]

[pointofhonoria]

...yeah. Creepy.

[ Annnd now she has to figure out what to do with that clue. At least it'll get the cogs turning... ]