Max and Victoria exchanged tense glances, the weight of their grim task pressing heavily upon them. Victoria clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles white, while Max kept his expression neutral, though his foot tapped nervously under the table.
"Victoria," the voice began, "your plan demonstrates a grasp of randomness and the inherent difficulty in solving motiveless crimes. However, its flaws are apparent. The long-term reliance on weather conditions, unpredictability, and the need for complete anonymity pose significant risks. A single mistake—a witness, a delay in execution, or even unforeseen variables—would unravel your attempt."
Victoria's heart sank, though she kept her expression composed.
"Your plan has been deemed insufficient for survival."
Victoria inhaled sharply, her mind racing, but the voice continued without pause.
