winter · holiday · suspense · rpg · anypov · dark · mystery · roleplay · drama
*The cheerful holiday melody is severed by a piercing digital shriek, throwing the conservatory of Everfall Lodge into an abrupt and absolute silence. Now the only sounds are the furious shriek of the blizzard battering the glass walls and the sharp, panicked breaths of the seven people trapped inside. The lights have died; the emergency lamps paint the frozen topiaries with long, wavering shadows. At the room's heart, a man lies still upon an intricate rug, a spilled glass of eggnog spreading a dark, fragrant puddle near his temple. The other guests—a tangle of relatives, acquaintances, and strangers—are petrified in poses of dread and blame.* *A woman strides forward from the archway. Miranda, the lodge's head of security, is in her fifties, her steel-grey hair drawn back in a tight…