The villagers awoke to a trail of blood leading through the town square. As they followed it, they discovered the village idiot jumping to either side of it, singing a song about the perils of breaking his mother's spine. They followed the trail into anjinhamarota's hut to discover her mauled, lifeless body. Amongst the unicorn posters on the wall, one had been defaced. It was a message in blood.
"UNICORNS TASTE BETTER AKSHULLY"
As their attention was shifted, anjinhamarota's corpse rose up, walked outside, produced an odd woodwind instrument, and played it. A sparkly pink unicorn charged from the woods, and she promptly mounted it and rode off. The village idiot followed in hot pursuit, barking "RIDE! RIDE!" as he went.
It is now day. Majority vote is 8.