[The camera sweeps the crime scene as Crushcrushcrush by Paramore begins to play. "Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone…" It enters through the door, which swings open upon contact with the camera, and begins to travel down the dingy entryway. It takes an abrupt turn into the dining room, and then turns again into a dim hallway. Doors alternate on either side of the camera. The camera continues sweeping the crime scene until it enters the bedroom- the room at the very end of the hallway. The camera zooms in onto the door knob, and it opens. The white, spotless door opens, revealing a very neat, majestic bedroom with a bed at the very center. It is adorned with gold sheets, and unnecessary pillows. In the middle of it all appears to be a woman who is sleeping. Upon closer examination by the camera, we realize she is not breathing. "They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies- you little spies." The camera pans over to the other side of her, and only her face is exposed- fiery red hair tangled across her face, her mouth covered with a single strip of wide, metallic duct tape. The music fades.]
[The Castletitle sequence plays.]