It was getting cold around the office, and tempers were running high. They were like scared dogs backed into a corner, ready to attack.
Seemingly quiet and lost in his own thought, Ivalset never really spoke when the group argued and fought about who the killer might be. No one was willing to turn their backs on each other, and even the most friendly couples were tearing at each others throats.
Ivalset only listened as the group angrily discussed what the best course of action was. After a heated thirty minute debate, Ivalset stood up and walked away. He seemed.. emotionless. No one could really get a good read on him. "Quiet doesn't mean serial killer, does it?" a man suggested, looking at Ivalset as he walked away.
Ivalset decided to go sit in his office and grab the small blanket he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. Holding it up in front of him, he shook it out and just as he was about to fold it, a breeze blew in from his oddly open office window. Slightly creeped out, Ivalset walked over to close the window. As he leaned out to grab it, he was pushed from behind.
He flipped over forward, barely able to grab onto the ledge. Dangling what seemed as high as a plane in the sky, Ivalset looked up at the killer. He had seen the psychopath who was responsible for all the killings. The killer slowly sliced a "20" into Ivalset's right hand as he held on, and a "12" in the other hand.
He wouldn't be able to speak a word of it, as he was doomed to eternal silence as the killer plunged a knife into the back of his neck, stabbing it into the side of the building. Ivalset hanging there, bled out down the side of it. Coming to check on him later, suspicious, the group saw two hands at the window.
"Oh shit, grab him!" they said, and ran over to help him back in. As they got towards the ledge, they saw the knife stabbed into the back of his neck. Looking down at hm hanging, they noticed what his hands read..
Ivalset - Employee (Town) - Role Cop has been killed.