The night passes slowly. After lynching The Devil, you return to bed with a somewhat lighter heart, knowing you have at least destroyed one evil.
But the night is full of mystery. And one of you will not wait till dawn to kill again.
Whip in hand, cross at his side, holy water tucked into nearby pocket, a lone figure stalks from room to room. Hunting for his chosen prey. But try as he might, he cannot find his mark. Room after room he searches, only to find sleeping innocents.
Finally he comes to the main dining hall where all of this began.
Sitting at the head of the table is a man. There is a strange gleam to his bald head. A faint purple cast to his skin.
"You!" the hunter says. "I recognize you. You are the Butler who greeted us four nights afore! You are none other than Olrox!"
Olrox smiles, and motions the Hunter to sit with one arm. "Won't you join me for a late night... snack?"
"Enough of this foolishness! Your time is upon you!" says the Hunter, leaping forward. But something about that smile... makes him pause.
"You... you are Smiler!"
"Indeed," replies Smiler, that strange smile still on his lips. "And you are the Vampire Hunter. You job is to kill me and mine kind. So be on with it!"
The Hunter pauses, still unsure. Something isn't right here. But then suddenly, he cracks his whip, and lets fly his cross. Smiler dies in green fire, that odd smile still on his lips.
The Hunter turns to leave.
Suddenly, Transportation hears a faint sound.
"That's odd," he says. "The narrator is giving away my --"
RUFFRUFFRUFF WILD FANG
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Smiler was Olrox. He had Interceptor.
Transportation was The Vampire Hunter. He had The Auction House.