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Working as an undercover genius underneath the sheriff, the investigator sets off on his quest to bring the mafia and the serial killer to justice. Hiding behind a voice filter, he searches the night for clues towards the end of the dark days, alone, just how he has always preferred.

However, it seems that his time was short lived, for he never had enough evidence to convict the doctor of being the serial killer. He had, that night, spied a large knife left all on its lonesome, on a worn wooden workbench. The janitor had cleaned up so many bodies that he had no idea if the serial killer was dead or not. Eventually, he went in with all guns blazing, putting his luck on the line, accusing the doctor of being a serial killer, to no avail. They lynched him, and the investigator was surprisingly quiet after that. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to WCHpon3)

The Investigator carefully selects the person in question by day, then sneaks off to the house of the accused at night. Peeking in through a open window, he is stunned to see knives lining the walls of the house, blood-stained and gleaming in the moonlight. That's all the investigator needs to see before he leaves quickly. He is convinced he has found a Serial Killer, and makes sure to call him out by day. The "Serial Killer" panics and quickly claims he is a doctor, doing his job. With the help of the Town, the "doctor" is quickly lynched, as the Town crowds around the person as they look for hints of their role. Medical files fall out of the pocket of the dead body, as medication is loosely held in the dead man's hands. One person slowly looks up and points an accusing finger at the Investigator, before loudly and clearly stating: "Lynch him." (credit to FlamingCatzIce)

Notepad and pen in hand, the Investigator goes off at night to the house of a fellow member who has raised suspicion in the Town after a chain incineration of an Arsonist. Through inspection of the house, he finds just about all he needs to confirm the suspicions: the distinguishable smell of gas. He knew that the Town's only Transporter had died to the hands of the Werewolf, and with no Amnesiac to wander the graves of the dead with any hope of remembering his Transporter days, he jots down the person as the Arsonist. The following day, the suspected is uncovered and lynched, and the Investigator walks away, patting himself on the back for a job well done. (credit to Phentom Foxeh)

In the streets of Salem, a man in a trench coat prowls the night in search of clues. The Investigator is a former police detective with years under his belt of stopping governmental corruption. Using his keen sense of perception, he examines his target's home, habits, business and trash to determine their role in utter secrecy. His relationship with the Sheriff is a tenuous one because he fears corruption, but finds allies in the Spy and Lookout. (credit to Ace2369)

The Investigator was born a bright and inquisitive child hired by the Mayor in times of crisis as a private eye who gathers information for the town. Using his brilliant mind and the art of deduction and process of elimination, the Investigator tracks and narrows down the last Mafia. He develops a suspicion on a fellow man who he decides to investigate tonight. Upon visiting said man, he discovers he owns weapons. He proclaimed, "They could be a Veteran, Vigilante, or Mafioso". With the Mayor's support and the bodyguards and doctors looking over him, he announce this to the town, and despite the man's defense, the man turned out to be the last member of the Mafia. The Mayor congratulates the Investigator on his hard work and the Investigator goes home a tired man, yet rewarded with driving the Mafia out of the town. (unregistered contributor)

A former police officer opens the cold door handle of his " humble abode." He prowls the street, looking for clues, visiting his target's house, and trying to find out what their role is. He looks in the window and he sees multiple people. The people are talking about..... other people dying. He turns around and a firm voice startles him. It was a Werewolf. The Werewolf goes for his head and eventually succeeds. The bite is on his forehead, and blood is seeping out. He visits the Doctor's house and gets the wound stitched up. He then speaks words of wisest wisdom. " If there is no one to investigate, you are useless. But if you find out how to investigate someone in a new way, the situation will present itself." He then slips past the shadows and goes back home. The last words he speaks are the ones that lynched the evil. He said, "He attacked the Jailor, therefore, he must be the Serial Killer." He then has no excuse and is lynched, going for a win for the town. (unregistered contributor)

The Investigator surveyed his target carefully during the day. He seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Fidgeting a bit and looking back at his house with uncertainty. Why? The Investigator aimed to find out. Night fell upon the town and the Investigator readied his equipment to find out what he could about this person. He sneaked through the back door of his target's home and carefully into the basement, turning on his flashlight. What he saw confirmed his suspicions. Weapons lined the walls, from big to small, ammunition stacked up next to desks or in boxes. He couldn't have been a Vigilante, the Vigilante killed himself a couple nights ago after shooting the Veteran. There was only one last possibility. Quickly, the Investigator withdrew from the basement, sneaking back out the rear of the house. Next morning, the town is delighted to find the body of the Godfather in the middle of the street. The Jailor had executed him. Unsurprisingly, the one person who didn't look at all enthusiastic about seeing the dead Godfather, was the same person the Investigator checked the night before. He noted this, and while the town talked among themselves, the Investigator stepped forward and spoke up. He was ready to accuse the Mafioso, who was now the Godfather. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

Salem. A place of happiness. Where children played, where the sun shone, and where the hanging noose swung in a slight breeze in the middle of the town.

Salem. A place of sadness. Where the Mafia roamed rampant, where the Serial Killer stabbed innocents, and where the hanging noose swung in a slight breeze in the middle of the town.

His friend was dead. Falsely accused of being a Serial Killer, lynched in the town square seconds before a Lookout burst into the town square, waving a taxi license with his friend's name on it. He had been an innocent Transporter.

His mother and father were dead. Burned to ashes by a man in a gas mask with a can of gasoline in one hand and a box of matches in the other.

His wife and children were dead. Killed late one night by a rampaging werewolf, who had ripped out their hearts and eaten them, while he'd hid, trembling, in a closet.

He was sick and tired of the false accusations. Sick and tired of the innocent dying.

So he gathered supplies. A magnifying glass. Binoculars. Fingerprinting dust.

And one night, he set out into Salem's streets, to peer into the windows of villagers in a desperate attempt to prove them innocent or guilty. He saw...

A collection of serial killer weapons. Saws, knives, syringes of deadly liquid. Or perhaps... A doctor's laboratory. Amputation saws, scalpels, antibiotics.

A Consort's red dress, covered in blood from the men she'd charmed into letting down their guard, so her friends could stab them. Or perhaps... An Escort's red dress, with lipstick smears from her work to protect the town.

Which story would be right?