The villager was so sleepy, it wasn't until lunchtime the next day when everyone awoke. Hungry and yawny, the people slowly dragged themselves out of their giant communal bed* and each made their way down to the kitchen, whereupon they feasted on oats and honey.
Except for one, for he was dead.
MarcoSnow has not survived the night, for he is dead. Mauled by Werewolves. He was on the Villager team.
The way I figure it, Marco wasn't comfortable jacking it in the bed like the rest of us are so he got up and went to crank one out in the bathroom. The killer was probably upset by this considering it rude (rightfully so) so decided NOPE.
Okay, so real talk now, guys. We don't have a lot of time. There are eight of us left, and at least one Werewolf among us (probably two). Unless anybody wants to come out with information now, I say we give our Seer another day or so to tell us what he knows, then we start killing.