[ That doesn't make any sense... she has to replay the logic in her head over and over again. Elizabeth doesn't look at the body just yet, instead she remains looking at the glass, noting where it connects to the ceiling, floor, and any beams. ]

How does one even make a weapon like that? Surely there's some force involved for nails - wherever someone would find them - into the wood.

[ More questions, not enough answers. ]

Poor kid. Didn't talk to him, but whoever did this... there's a reason for it.