Family or Friends
Looking around you try to find some of your friends and their spouses. You quickly walk up to your friend and ask "Juliet, where is your husband, Jayson?"
"Um...I believe Jace is by the band. He is wearing a bright red mask and a red bow tie," she responds.
You thank her and quickly and hurry off to find him. After a quick scan of the room you find a man in a red mask and bow tie walking away from the band. "Wait!" you call out. He immediately freezes and turns to see who called him. You run as fast as you can in your heels and gown to him. Once you catch your breath you start rambling out all that has happened.
"Whoa, slow down," the man tells you "let's go somewhere quite and figure this out."
"But what about, what about the murderer?" you whisper hesitantly.
"It's alright I'll protect you," he pronounces confidently. You let him lead you out of the ballroom to the parlor where you promptly sit on the couch. You close your eyes to catch your breath, but open them when you feeling something cold and wet at your throat. The man standing in front of you is wearing a red bow tie holding a red mask, but it is not Jayson, and he is holding a knife dripping with blood right to your throat. "You should have kept to yourself," he whispers to you, "Oh, and by the way, I love your dress." Then, he cuts your head off.
"Um...I believe Jace is by the band. He is wearing a bright red mask and a red bow tie," she responds.
You thank her and quickly and hurry off to find him. After a quick scan of the room you find a man in a red mask and bow tie walking away from the band. "Wait!" you call out. He immediately freezes and turns to see who called him. You run as fast as you can in your heels and gown to him. Once you catch your breath you start rambling out all that has happened.
"Whoa, slow down," the man tells you "let's go somewhere quite and figure this out."
"But what about, what about the murderer?" you whisper hesitantly.
"It's alright I'll protect you," he pronounces confidently. You let him lead you out of the ballroom to the parlor where you promptly sit on the couch. You close your eyes to catch your breath, but open them when you feeling something cold and wet at your throat. The man standing in front of you is wearing a red bow tie holding a red mask, but it is not Jayson, and he is holding a knife dripping with blood right to your throat. "You should have kept to yourself," he whispers to you, "Oh, and by the way, I love your dress." Then, he cuts your head off.
