Speaking of people who were just plain awful...

"My, my," a voice remarks from somewhere a little behind Anita. "It certainly seems like someone wanted to put on a show for us all."

If she turns, she'll see a tall, thin man in what appears to be some sort of military uniform, smiling faintly as he gazes at the message written in blood. He pulls one hand out of his pockets momentarily to adjust his glasses, which catch the light, obscuring his blood red eyes for just a moment with a bright gleam.