No info, no sightings, no kills, nothing. With slaughter of the innocents looming near, something drastic had to be done. Something…. lethal. My accomplice and I stalked his floor, dodging resident and RA alike, all apathetic to our loitering presence. We drew close to his lair, a light burned from within to signal his presence. Alas, he was protected by the conventions of invitation. So I waited. And waited. And got a drink of water. And waited. My accomplice standing guard, we saw the light go out, the door shut. I had lost my chance. Or had I… my oblivious prey left his room and walked right toward us, equally unconcerned about the presence of awkwardly placed strangers – “Hey… Kurt? I know you! You’re Kurt! I’m… I’m terribly sorry….” swift spoon to the gut, ”...you’re dead”