Rowan's Impossible Case
You don’t sit.
“Why am I really here?” you ask.
Victor studies you for a long moment.
“Because,” he says, lowering his voice, “if something happens tonight, I need someone I can trust to tell the right story.”
That’s not an answer. Elena’s jaw tightens. Lydia’s eyes flick briefly to the hallway.
Thomas laughs nervously. “Relax. It’s just business.”
You get the sense this house is already holding its breath. Then— A crash. A scream. From the East Wing.
“Why am I really here?” you ask.
Victor studies you for a long moment.
“Because,” he says, lowering his voice, “if something happens tonight, I need someone I can trust to tell the right story.”
That’s not an answer. Elena’s jaw tightens. Lydia’s eyes flick briefly to the hallway.
Thomas laughs nervously. “Relax. It’s just business.”
You get the sense this house is already holding its breath. Then— A crash. A scream. From the East Wing.