-Gracen Hale- Himself.
The archer sighed, looking around the gym. ("Of course they would run off. I shouldn't blame them. Think, Gracen, think. You can't kill one of them, not for something so selfish. You just need to keep a clear head, and make sure you can defend yourself. Got it! I'll just go make sure I have some kind of blade to keep them away. Of course... if I had a bow this wouldn't be a problem") He shrugged, before heading out of the gym.
He got to the dorms without incident, but then decided to go into the laundry room. He sat down on the bench, and took a deep breath. He'd have to set up a trap in his room. Something that wouldn't be lethal, but enough to discourage anyone from trying to get in. The best option would be to spread something painful on the floor so that a scream would wake him up, but they might wear shoes. He could make a tripwire, if he tried hard enough, but he didn't have any string besides the one for his bow. He groaned, before he just laying back on the bench, resting his head on his hands while staring up at the ceiling.
-Kincaid Darkwood- Herself, Cleo
Kincaid got off her bed when she heard the knock. She'd unsheathed the knife and was idly rolling it in her fingers. It would spin before the grip came comfortably to her palm. She grabbed the handle, and opened the door as the handle fell back into her palm. She was greeted with the sight of Cleo, the Egyptian queen. The assassin smiled politely, bowing her head to the woman. "Welcome, your majesty. How can a woman with hands as stained as mine help one as high and mighty as yourself?" Kincaid was leaning against the door, still rolling her knife in her fingers. There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
She thought it best not to kill someone so soon. She might as well let the game drag on a little longer so she could see just how good the students were at finding clues. If they couldn't solve the first murder by themselves, she'd kill the two smartest and make sure there were enough dissimilarities between the two that they couldn't be traced to her. After all, since her half brother was in the school, she had to be careful. Kincaid didn't know what Gracen knew about the more discreet side of the family business.