Sometimes you don't get a week.

She'd been at the Bed and Breakfast for three days, leafing through a field guide that had been in her dresser drawer (she assumed it was in every room like a room key) and generally familiarizing herself with the town. It wasn't a hard place to memorize, as little towns went, and she'd played chess with Yinsi when she wasn't helping in the kitchen or doing the supply run.

It was, oddly, almost like being on a vacation, and her anger had abated a little more each day. She was still angry, granted, but it was easier to sort and contain now. Easier to target. That was...reassuring. She hadn't cared for being so easy to enrage. Who would?

The fourth morning though? That was different, she came down to the breakfast table in the early hours, hair dripping from her post-workout shower, and the faces were grim instead of sleepy. The elusive oddball, Pierce, was even present, nose glued to a laptop screen, "nothing we've seen before, Elcy. No, not a single match for missed items or missing items...you sure it's a ping? Psychos do happen..."

Yinsi sighed and passed the coffee pot, "four murders and four people coming into the station in hysterics the next morning to confess?"

"...hypno psycho. A Svengali effect maybe?"

Aya leaned in the doorway and accepted a mug with a nod of thanks, bemused, "Svengali made a star, not bodies. There's been murders?"