Friday, March 6th, 2020
3:00 a.m. EST
"Move on from that, you son of a bitch," the mafioso sneered as Wes Boyd's body went limp. After breathing in a deep, victorious breath, the killer proceeded back to their room. Just as they closed their door to turn in for the night, they heard footsteps in the hallway.
Closing the door as much as possible to not be noticed, the mafioso saw a dark figure pass by in the shadowy night. New York may be the city that never sleeps, but Trump Tower was rigged with blackout tinting at night, creating an eerie atmosphere inside the penthouse.
Unable to see the figures face or which door they stopped at, the mafioso simply observed as best they could, trying desperately not to make a sound that would give away their vantage point.
The Keymaster liked the dark of night. It had given them the evidence they needed to move forward, but to what end? These thoughts, numerous as they were, faded to nothingness as The Keymaster approached their target's door. Would it be another let down or would their success right jump to two out of three?
*CLICK*
Success. A brilliant smile engulfed The Keymaster's face, but the dark of the penthouse concealed it. This place held many secrets, yes. One secret that wouldn't be kept for long was the Ted was no longer the only tenant stuck in solitary confinement.
DAY 4 HAS BEGUN.
YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO VOTE.