Orlando, Florida

July 3, 2019

Roughly 5:00pm EST

"So why did you kill them all? What did they do to you?" the soft voice of a young female with long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail asks. She adjusts her glasses on her face, looking across her desk at her newest patient.

Ross Colton smirks at her. He knows he can't escape. When he was busy cleaning up the blood and the rest of the bodies, he recalled the police tracking him down. All the bright spotlights shining on him from helicopters like he were some escaped criminal from Alcatraz. They arrested him and brought him to this place.

So here he is, sitting attached to the chair by handcuffs, forced to stay and talk to a psychologist because of his murderous crime. The police seem to think that he is slightly crazy in the head -- psychopathic, they say.

So, with nothing else to do, he decided to tell the story of what had happened in Orlando, Florida.

Ross leans back, maintaining his smug smirk. "I did crack. Cocaine. I stupidly posted it on the internet, on my Instagram account. That fool, Taylor Raddysh, was so into me, but he also threatened to go to the higher up -- BriseBois -- and rat me out. He was going to fucking tell the GM that I was doing illegal drugs and breaking my contract."

"Well, doing crack is a serious crime, Mr. Colton," the psychologist remarks, scribbling down notes on a pad of paper.

"I know it is! I was drunk, having fun, and decided to give into peer pressure! I know there were four views on the video by the time I sobered up and deleted it. But by then, I was fearful that more might have viewed it. I was able to figure out and see the four people that viewed it (apart from Taylor Raddysh): Boris Katchouk, Alex Barre-Boulet, Otto Somppi and Brett Howden. From there, I was able to deduce that Brayden Point and Jonne Tammela and his pet companion in crime, Timo Meier, viewed it, so they had to be eliminated."

"Because they potentially saw this video that you didn't want anyone to see?" the psychologist questions.

"Yes. And because they potentially saw it, I had to take into consideration that Otto's loudmouth, spreading Finnish friend, Jonne, would share it with his friends, including Mitch Hults, Roope Hintz, Tayler Thompson, Colby McAuley and Yanni Gourde! And because Yanni knew, he had connections to Vladdy Namestnikov. And he's obnoxious as frick with his flamboyancy, so I planned to kill him off. But then I learned about his secret love interest, Ville Meskanen, so I added him to my list."

"And what about Brendan Gallagher, Jonathan Drouin and Ben Thomas?" the psychologist asks now, biting the end of her pencil.

"Easy, I needed some players who could throw off the others, ones who were hostile and who were known to be evil at one point -- or still were at the time. I guess you can call them, red herrings." Ross sits up proudly in his chair as he reveals his whole scheme to the psychologist, thrilled by reliving everything.

"What about the two Toronto Maple Leafs, Kasperi Kapanen and William Nylander?" the psychologist pursues, nodding and scribbling down more notes on her notepad. "Why did you include them in your killing plan?"

"I don't like either of them, like Vladdy, I find them obnoxious and annoying. But also, Kasperi spotted a mural on the wall that looked like me behind the mask. Like Tayler Thompson would later on, he seemed to figure out that I was the killer at that moment and I couldn't have him ruin the rest of my night. Nyla was collateral damage, an unfortunate incident with Kapanen. A two for one."

"And do you feel any sympathy about what you did?"

Ross lunges forward, the chains clattering with his action. "Not. at. all."

He begins to laugh, a madman's laugh. Like a psychopathic serial killer. And it makes sense, cause he is a psychopathic serial killer, having killed twenty-one NHL stars and future NHL stars.

The psychologist gets up from the desk and walks to the door. She opens it and walks out.

Immediately two buff security guards come in and unhook Ross from the chair. Ross is still cackling maniacally. The two guards grab him and drag him from the chair, out of the room and down a strongly lit white corridor.

They stop at the end, where an ajar door sits open, ready and awaiting him. They handcuff his wrists together, removing one of the cuffs from him. Then they shove him into the room, which is all white like the hall and slam the door shut, locking him inside. Trapping him inside, like he'd done with each of his victims.

Ross looks around the room, slowly stopping his laughter, but maintaining the eerie smirk and a dark chuckle.

Then he begins to chant:

"Come one. Come all.

Bring your pets.

Bring your friends.

Don't miss this once in a lifetime chance to enjoy fun in the sun at Florida's thrilling "Masquerade Island". Maybe you're one who enjoys the thrill, riding roller coasters all day or maybe you'd prefer a serengeti style ride through animals galore? Maybe you'd rather walk amongst the culture of Europe through interactive shows, domed theatres, dark rides and local menu-ed cuisine?

Feeling like a prince or princess? Explore the elegant Masquerade Palace, full of secret rooms, fun, games and a shop full of gifts, including glittery tiaras and magical wands.

Masquerade Island has it all!

We're even in the process of expanding, adding on a waterpark to our fun!

Tickets are only $22 dollars for adults, $9.20 for youth and seniors and $2.20 for kids, kids younger than four are free.

So come, come and experience a uniquely mysterious and elegant twist to your known theme park experience!

We look forward to seeing you there,

Your Fabulous Master of the Enigma, Mr. Masquerade"

Over and over.

And then when he is sick of that, he recites his creepy poem:

"Twenty-One professional hockey players arrived to a thrilling theme park,

One took a fall off a roller coaster, being clumsy and then there were twenty.

Twenty professional hockey players hung out as men,

One was beaten, strangled to death and then there were nineteen.

Nineteen professional hockey players once thought things were fine,

Two were crushed under the broken Serpentine and then there were seventeen.

Seventeen professional hockey players were up really late,

One was tortured between two countries and then there were sixteen.

Sixteen professional hockey players learned they'd been taken to Orlando,

Two didn't want to stay there, so stabbed they were and then there were fourteen.

Fourteen professional hockey players were carefully hanging around the rides,

One was thrown from the carousel, oh how obscene and then there were thirteen.

Thirteen professional hockey players were struggling to survive,

One was shot, while one was tied to the tracks of Seven Heaven and then there were eleven.

Eleven professional hockey players could withstand the gore,

One wandered into the lion's den and then there were ten.

Ten professional hockey players attempted to flee,

One was slashed across the neck with a quick time and then there were nine.

Nine professional hockey players remained wondering what to do,

One fell in love with a woman, who was straight and then there were eight.

Eight professional hockey players thought there was only little time to find the killer,

One was in the wrong place at the wrong time and then there were seven.

Seven professional hockey players tried to get a clue,

One was another red herring with a bizarre fix and then there were six.

Six professional hockey players were scared out of their minds,

One was drowned in a moat, while another escaped only to be hit by the castle's drawbridge door and then there were four.

Four professional hockey players remained wondering how they could break free,

One was suffocated, snuffed and then there were three.

Three professional hockey players were left with nowhere to run,

One was driven to insanity, killed his friend and then himself and then there was one.

One professional hockey player was left all alone,

He walked out of Masquerade Island, alive and then there was one.

And then there was one.

AND THEN THERE WAS ONE!!"