In the morning, it was announced that the pool would be closed for 'the foreseeable future.' The cause of it was an accident that had taken place the previous night.
The area was cordoned off with security posted around the entrance.
It halted the onlookers' attempts at digging for a scoop.
As best they could, the crew tried to keep the nature of the supposed 'accident' under wraps.
Yet there was restlessness in the guests. The cause of it was a rumor spreading through the hall during breakfast hours.
"A guest's dead?"
"What?"
"Are you serious?"
"Poor man."
It was a revelation from a well-dressed gentleman known for his morbid curiosity that had shaken the tables.
"Stabbing."
"I'm sorry?"
Resting his weight on his fancy cane, the old man continued, "It was a stabbing through the heart."
Gasps erupted, and for a moment, Averie wondered if it was truly necessary to dramatize the event.
'It could just be an accident,' he thought.
"A knife was found in his chest, I hear."
