The suite aboard the luxury liner Majestic was brightly lit, blue starlight through the portholes combined with the pure white of the ceiling revealed every detail of the horrific scene. A quickly hardening array of blood spatter covered the previously luxurious yellow and pink walls. The thick pile blue carpet was soaked, audibly squishing with each step. Positioned across the room were the once wealthy and hard worked remains of the three victims. Their tailored suits and manicured hands had been no-match for whomever it was that committed the following heinous crimes. These apparently senseless acts left an intense fear in the hearts of their co-workers and competitors.
A women was the centerpiece of the affair. The ceiling fan from which she hung continued to oscillate slowly, highlighting and shadowing her limp features every odd second. Her neck had deep gouges from where a fishing line looped around, a now dead crimson waterfall of blood originating from her throat. The now ash-white face had been left untouched, as opposed to her torso, which had been slashed in random, criss-crossing patterns.
In the far corner, a handsome oak conference table prominently displayed a male figure. Limbs tied down, this one was staring up at a hastily affixed mirror, eyelids taped open to witness his untimely demise. His torso had two crossing canyons, cut through his three button jacket. They were both the size of a human fist, and were filled with what appeared to be the contents of his wallet. A solid red mass had been pulled out of his upper torso, and placed atop the exposed white and red breastplate, blood vessels still attached to his body.
In the shadow of the hanged women, lay the final victim. One could not tell whether the corpse was male or female, as the shredded, black and red face looked as though a belt sander had been there. The nose was missing, replaced by blackened bone. The faint, pungent aroma of burnt meat could be smelled here, over the malt stank of the room. A short blade stuck out of the victim's chest, the golden, jeweled handle glistening through clearings of caked on blood.
Forensics had combed the room for weeks, to no avail. The families of the dead were seen mourning on national television, with the Emperor's speaker issuing a statement of sympathy and vengeance. Yet their co-workers, after the initial week-long shock, went back to their daily routines, not in the least bit fazed by these senseless acts of terror.