[The results are in-and the votes have gone to Isaac Foster. Almost instantly, Eliza slams both her hands on her podium, eyes glowing with anger.]

How-how dare you? How dare all of you? I-I warned you what would happen if you voted for my brother! [She grabs one of the knives from the podium, eyes darting around at everyone else in the room before turning to the conductor.] So by the rules-I can now kill any of the bastards who voted for Zack without any consequence, right?

[Her eyes light on Caleb, her expression turning even more manic.] All those wounds were from knives, you know? Most of them thrown...