UFOs?

"Alright," James says calmly, "which one of you is a UFO hunter that likes unicorns? In advance, sorry if I annoy the shit out of you." The rest of the group gave him a questioning gaze. When a look of confusion crossed his face, Heather spoke up, "Um, James, how are you calm? How are you just going about this as if there wasn't some stalker amongst us?"

"Easy," he says, "because there's roughly an 82% chance that ah stalkah ain't here." Their jaws drop and their confusion increases dramatically, evident by their distorting faces. James groans before stating, without the slightest hint of his accent or a struggle to contain it, "Listen, we're locked in a house with no way out, the number of men and women are equal, and we've all been gathered here because we write on Chyoo, correct? Given those circumstances, it stands to reason this 'shinigami4368' wants us to fuck like rabbits in this house, live out the erotica we write for his or her enjoyment. The best way to accelerate that process would be to scare us, because, if scared, we'll come together much more closely much sooner, resulting in us, well, cumming together much sooner. Furthermore, the longer we stay together and the closer we become, the easier it would be for us to root out our stalker, which then exposes him or her, concluding with about a 97% chance of him or her going to jail."

Everyone stands silent, wrapping their heads around what James just said, and how he said it in Heather's case. Deciding his logic made sense, they calmed down considerably, though remained weary since their stalker would now probably play the role of "Big Brother" and watch their every move, masturbating all the while. "One last thing," James continues, "In the remaining 18%, the possibility of at least one of us being harmed to some degree is at about 92%. For our safety, I suggest we get to know each other better in an open environment." He suddenly switches back to his accent and says through a grin, "How about we unpack ah stuff and hit the game room; one of the best ways to learn about anothah is on the battle field, so let's enjoy some games wheh we gotta play against each othah."

A brunette with green eyes and B-cup breasts in a denim skirt, yellow T-shirt, and sneakers walks forward and says shyly, "I'm probably the one who sleeps in the Unicorn and UFO room, name's Lisa." Lisa walks into her room with James, the two talking between themselves, getting acquainted. Taking their lead, the rest start looking for a room that screams out to their tastes. Before long, everyone has found their room, except for Heather.

Heather remained standing in the hall, not even pretending to look for her room, thinking about what James said. 'In the remaining 18%, the possibility of at least one of us being harmed to some degree is at about 92%.' "'At least one of us,' 'to some degree,'" she mumbles to herself. Heather couldn't help but think about every possibility his words raised in her. Her thoughts range from typical Big Brother type thoughts all the way up to thoughts resembling Agatha Christie's, "And Then There Were None."

"What am I doing?" she asks herself out loud. "It's an 18% chance. And even if 'shin' is here, the rest of us still outnumber 'shin.'"

Finally calmed, Heather notices all doors but one are closed, the remaining door is ajar. "At least my roommate was nice enough to leave the door open for me," she says quietly. Heather walks into the room, pushing the door completely open.