The day continues on, air tight and heavy with the sense of dread that permeates every household. Doors are locked, windows latched, and still the relentless sun burns on.
You make your way through Salem, eyeing everyone appraisingly. A terrible scream suddenly shatters your concentration. You make your way to the disturbance to find the corpse of Catrina Morris, a young Scottish woman, swinging from the rafters like a pendulum, a thick noose tight around her neck.
Someone in the gathering crowd finds a note and reads it out loud. It appears Catrina was the killer of Luc Boivier. Ruined by guilt, she could no longer stand to be alive.
Night soon falls, and you make your way home, the images of two dead villagers fresh in your mind. Tonight should be peaceful, at least...
(Catrina Morris, the killer, has been lynched!)
The stars fade behind a veil of cloud, and a light wind sends whispers through the trees. A day as hot as it was can only promise one thing: rain.
(You are asleep. No actions may be taken at night except through PM.)