Several small woodland creatures scampered throughout a quiet house. They destroyed everything in sight: the furniture, the china, the wallpaper, and, just as a cruel joke, the TV remote (this was so cruel because they left the TV alone). The squirrels made their way upstairs, where a person was still sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of anything but her own dreams. The squirrels sounded the attack and lunged on the poor girl. She didn't even have time to scream.
Inkling is dead. She was naught but a civilian. Who did it?