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The evening had settled in, and the bright sun had given way to a glowing moon. However, the peace that usually accompanies the night was now disturbed by all of the whispers, resounding across the room.
Amidst the gathering, stood Albert, attentively listening to the conversations around him. He couldn't help but notice the rumors circulating about the disappearance of one of the attendances, which had caught everyone's attention.
A few people reported to have seen Miss Serval while testifying; the missing attendance— had been walking around the mansion, and had been whisked away by a figure wearing in a cloak.
These people were probably merely curious and wary of their surroundings, rather than paying much attention to what was going on around them.
"Who could have been around when the lady was taken away? Why didn't they attempt to stop them? Why didn't the witness have suspicions when the cloaked figure took the lady? Isn't it odd to see someone wearing a cloak among the people dressed in lavish attire?”
Albert wondered, his eyes darting around. Find out about anyone who said they were witnesses to Miss's disappearance.
Albert didn't remain silent, he was thinking about all the possibilities. Until—he received news that Miss Serval had been found dead.
Rumor has it that the lady is still wearing her banquet dress. The body had been soaked by blood and wet as it was discovered in a narrow cove of the river near the mansion.
He walked toward where the lady's corpse was. He found the lady dead, with blood on her white dress. Three large claw marks on her gorgeous back, deep enough to see into the lady's muscle tissue.
Albert was curious about how the lady ended up like that. He contemplated the time and method of her death. Upon returning to the room, he recorded all the potential scenarios on a sheet of paper, while simultaneously vocalizing his speculations.