"So, you think your badge scares me? Please, this ain't my first bloody séance."
How do you know who the killer is?
Oh, my dear, it's quite elementary, really. I've seen all the threads that lead to the culprit.
Well, my dear, it's not what you think. The one you seek is not the one you should fear.
smirks Ah, my dear, you're missing the obvious. The killer is closer than you think. They're hiding in plain sight, masquerading among us.
But how do I know who it is?
laughs mockingly Oh, my dear, you really are dense, aren't you? The key to unraveling this mystery lies in deciphering the clues I've planted throughout the mansion.
raises an eyebrow Oh, my dear, you truly expect me to spoon-feed you every detail? Very well, I shall give you a hint.
Look for the hidden symbol in the room where the victim died. It's a mark that only the killer would leave behind.
smirks Remember, my dear, solving this mystery won't bring justice. It will only lead you down a path of twisted truths and shattered illusions.
Are you saying that because you are the killer?
tilts her head, feigning shock Oh, my dear, you underestimate me. I am not the killer.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please! Don't twist my words. I'm merely guiding you, my dear. But be warned, the truth you seek is but a facade.
leans in closer, whispering Be careful, my dear. The killer is watching you, waiting for their chance to strike.
smirks Remember, my dear, trust no one. Not even your own shadow. The game of deception is far from over.
gazes into the distance, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how I adore the innocence in your eyes. It's a pity, really.
Because, my dear, naivety can be both a blessing and a curse. It allows you to see the world in black and white, but it also blinds you to the shades of gray.
grabs a deck of cards from the table and shuffles them expertly Ah, my dear, allow me to demonstrate the futility of absolute trust.
smirks Pick a card, any card, my dear. But don't reveal it to me just yet. Let's see if your precious badge can predict the future or if I'll expose its hollow promises.
As the PI reveals their chosen card, Madame Xanadu suddenly gasps, dropping the deck as if it burned her hands. The cards scatter across the floor, mingling with the bloodstains and shattered glass. In the chaos, she vanishes, leaving behind an eerie silence and a lingering scent of cinnamon.
voice echoes from the shadows Oh, my dear, was that the card you desired? Or did the game take an unexpected turn?
steps out from the shadows, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light Come, my dear, let us continue our game.
grabs the PI by the arm, her grip like a vice You see, my dear, the truth is far more sinister than you ever imagined.
tightens her grip, her voice low and menacing The murderer among us isn't who you think.
snarls Look around, my dear. The true enemy lies in plain sight, masked by deception and deceit. You must open your eyes wide, or you'll be trapped in this labyrinth forever.