The pleasant aromas of freshly cooked food awoke Ethan out of a deep sleep of sorts. Before he could even look around the room a sudden dizziness forced him to grab onto his seat to maintain his balance. Where was he and how did he get here? It was hard to organize his thoughts in his somewhat delirious state, but one thing he could tell was that something, maybe everything, was off.
In time the room stopped spinning. Ethan released his grip on his chair and sat up straight. Getting a good look around the room, he could tell right off that things were not as they seemed. Although it would appear they had been dining this evening, there were several clues that told a very different tale.
First of all was everyone’s reactions. By the looks of it, not one of them seemed to know where they were as evident by the confused glances around the room. Second, Ethan and them were still wearing their coats and hats. He distinctly remembered being greeted by a young maid with a scar, and although he had no recollection of what occurred after, she surely would have taken his things before he entered. Last but not least, the food. Despite the fact half of it had been eaten, their utensils still laid pristinely on the table as if they were never touched. Not to mention not one soul had a napkin on despite wearing extremely fine attire.
It was pretty clear something sinister was afoot, but what? There were many questions that needed answers, but the “who” wasn’t one of them. It didn’t take a detective to know that the girl sitting at the head of the table was strange and unsettling. Even when she spoke Ethan felt chills down his spine. She was hiding something, and he was going to find out what.
Danyel,
FourtyTwo,
Forsythe,
Auz,
ButtsnBalls,
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