Twilight was murdered. Her limp corpse laid on the ground in a swimming pool of red ooze and her matted, lavender fur mixed with the said "red ooze" made her fur more of a maroon color. The bookcases, bookshelves, and, of course, the stacks and stacks of books were all splattered with blood. Anypony who saw the crime scene would think that if the bookish mare could see this, she would be sobbing on the library's wooden floor, desperately trying to get the blood out of the books before it stained. Her carcass, however, could do nothing. On Twilight's back was a pentagram carved with some sort of metal tool. Possibly a writing quill. Actually, it probably was a quill because a gore-covered one was found hidden under Twilight's bed. Stacks of books were stuffed in the poor unicorn's mouth; the sides of her jaw were left in ripped shreds of flesh. The books in her mouth were covered in slobber and more blood. Overall, the whole crime scene was a bloody mess. The worst part was that there was absolutely no trace of the murderer. No hoof prints. No DNA. Nothing.