Murder Party
It is a dark, stormy night. (Sound familiar?) Rain and wind are howling across the moors. Outside, the thunderclap and flashes of lightning illuminate the darkened souls assembled in the decrepit old manse. Around the study, which had been locked, the assembled guests stare in nervous fear. On the floor, a body lies cold and lifeless. It is not apparent, immediately, what was the cause of death. You walk slowly around the darkened room, pausing by the fireplace to examine your notes. Then, You stride up to a seated woman, her hands in her lap, her fingers intertwining nervously. You open your notebook, and begin to question her.