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[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[She glances at it.] Wow, that's a lot of things to get wrong...what is your name, then? [That's the most important thing, right?]

Edogawa Conan, detective.

[ It's a bit dramatic, but it'll do. ]

Oh, I see! It seems there's lots of detectives here, if those profiles aren't wrong. My name's Eliza, like it says on there. I'm glad they didn't get that wrong for me. It'd be so awkward! [Part of her wonders if the fake age is to make people more willing to kill this kid. She quietly vows to try and protect him.]

Have you figured out anything about this place yet? [I mean, the last place she was in, their resident detective was there willingly and also secretly a serial killer. It's somewhat possible that the detectives here will be more helpful.]

Yeah...

[ His voice trails off a little awkwardly, laughing it off a bit. ] I haven't found too much, to be honest besides the fact that we're obviously not alone and I saw some rules... one of them dealing with murder.

[Eliza flinches.] They didn't even pretend to ask...so they're just going to tell us directly, huh?

Looks like it... but "pretend to ask"? Did you expect them to do that?

The last place I was that was like this sent everyone a message and asked them if they wanted to accept or not...I just accepted right away because it seemed like something I'd like. But some of the other people said that they'd been forced to accept it even though they didn't want to.

...huh. Yeah, there definitely wasn't anything like that here.