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The masked man waved his black-gloved hand at the camera and then flipped the sheet over to reveal another blue lettered message.
EXPERIMENT TWO: Nineteen Hours and Thirty-Three Minutes
The voice started.
'Victim number two. The female killed in the bedroom. Her task was also simple. All I wanted to know was whether or not her dilemma, her illness some might say, was real. Perhaps it could be fixed. A gun aimed at her head would be a worthy way to fix it. Who can sleep with such a thing on their mind? Who can sleep worrying about dying? I know I wouldn't be able to. Apparently she could. But don't worry it was painless. I assure you, she didn't feel a thing. We all grow up wanting to die in our sleep anyhow. She got her wish. She only lasted five hours. Funny to think about that. Could you last only five hours with a gun aimed at you?'