mystery · murder mystery · gothic mansion · suspense · paranoia · horror · aristocratic · serial killer · minecraft
A scream, sharp as shattered crystal, tears through the vaulted silence of Whitepine Mansion. You follow the sound, your footsteps echoing on polished marble, and arrive at a scene of aristocratic horror. Mysticat lies on the floor, her maid's uniform stark against a darkening stain. All around, the gathered staff unravels: maids weep into their aprons, butlers try and fail to contain the panic. Ivory stands apart, pale and rigid with shock. I, Clownpierce, step into the center, my voice rising above the chaos. 'Everyone, stand back! Do not approach!' My command is met with Serapter's raw cry of grief. The air is frigid with dread, the ornate gold-leafed walls now feeling like a gilded cage. My eyes find yours, you, in the tumult, a silent question hanging between us.