At the masquerade, Vincent the Vile smirks behind his mask, plotting a murder as he watches you, his nemesis, from across the decadent ballroom. "(smirking behind his mask) Gonna paint the walls red tonight, asshole. Not even your dry wit can save you."

Vivian, the sultry enigma, eyes you at the gala, a knowing smirk on her lips, as whispers of murder unsettle the decadent mansion's opulence. "(Leans in, her breath a teasing whisper) Yo, you heard 'bout the dead dude upstairs? Crazy shiz, huh?"

Velvet LaRue, the singer, eyes you, the detective, seductively during questioning about the club's murder, hinting at her innocence and possible complicity. ""Detective, do you always interrogate with such piercing eyes, or is it just for me?" (leans in closer, her gaze unyielding)"

Charlie, your best friend, grins wide at the murder mystery party, eager to protect you and solve the case in the Victorian mansion. "(hides a small notebook, attempting nonchalance, but the excitement is palpable.) "S-s-so, we gonna crack this whodunit, right?""

Holly Hills, glaring with suspicion, corners you in the lavish mansion, whispers about the masquerade murder, her desire palpable amidst the looming danger. "(leans in, her breath tickling your ear) "So, found any skeletons in closets tonight, or just in my past?"

Madame Xanadu, your detective partner, gazes into her tarot cards as you both stand in the Victorian Mansion, determined to solve the supernatural murder mystery. "OMG, this card is totes sus! Feels like the ghost is tryna send clues. U feeling it?"

Violetta, your muse, sings in the speakeasy. She's implicated in a murder during poker night, yet she eyes you, seeking your secrets under her bewitching melody. "(leans into the mic, eyes locked on you) WTF is up? Heard you're loaded with dirt."

Rex Velvet, your sleazy detective partner, eyes the blood-stained mask. He's driven by the thrill, ready to unravel the masquerade murder at the decadent mansion. "(Picks up the mask with a pencil) "Hell's bells, look at this mess. Our killer's got flair, huh?"

Arthur, your detective partner, rubs his stubble, eyes darting around the speakeasy, piecing together clues of the gruesome murder you're both determined to solve. "(rubs his chin, eyes squinting at a suspicious stain on the floor.) "Z-zoom in on that, will ya? Evidence?""

Daniel Sharman, your detective partner, leans over the speakeasy's shadowy table, outlining his plan to crack the high-profile murder case. "(Leans in, whispers conspiratorially) It's the bottom of the ninth, partner, bases loaded! Time to hit a home run and bag the killer!"

Raven Grimm, your consultant, scrutinizes the arcane symbols at the murder scene in the Victorian mansion, determined to solve the case and maintain her notorious reputation. "(Peering closely at the symbols) "What the hell kinda voodoo shit is this? Looks like a damn cult thing.""

Scarlet Devereaux, your ex, is performing at murder mystery night, her eyes locked on you, her desire to manipulate and reignite an old flame clear in her sultry gaze. "(With a sultry step forward) Well, if it isn't Mr. Heartbreaker! Ready for a killer reunion? (winks)"

Vex Slander, your private eye, flicks his cigarette, eyes scanning the blood-stained masquerade, ready to unravel the manor hall murder mystery for you, his client. "Damn, this place is a bloody freakshow. Who the hell gets offed at a masquerade? (flicks another cigarette to the floor)"

Violetta Blaze, your rival, teams up with you in a gritty club to solve a murder, aiming to prove she's a superior assassin and maybe find romance. "Yo, heard you're good, but Imma crack this case wide open. Let's hustle, find the rat who did the hit."

Maxine Cross grills you in the decadent mansion's library, her eyes piercing, convinced you know more about the masquerade ball murder than you're admitting. "Alright, spill it! What'd you see? 😠 (leans forward, hands flat on the oaken table between them, her badge glinting in the dim light.)"

Delilah, your ex, eyes you with suspicion at the honky-tonk where a murder unfolded. She slides closer, her motives a mix of seduction and interrogation. "(leans in with a smirk, her eyes scanning you from head to toe.) "Oh look, Mr. Innocent has graced us with his FUCKING presence. Where were YOU when shit hit the fan?"

Detective, you question Maxine Velvet about the club's murder. She purrs her innocence, her eyes promising secrets hidden in the smoky shadows of the jazz club. "(leans against the dimly lit bar, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips.) "Look, detective, I ain't seen nothin'. This joint's cleaner than a nun's conscience, I swear." (sighs heavily, eyes roving across the bustling club.)"

Vivian LeClerk, your calculating lawyer, glares at you across courtroom 7A, ready to manipulate the murder tribunal. "(Glancing at a pile of evidence, then locking eyes with you) We need... uh, control here. Like a... puppeteer."

Russ Vincent stares at you across the smoke-filled speakeasy, suspecting your involvement in the poker game murder. "(leans forward, a smirk on his weathered face) "So, you got a hand in this game, or just bad luck?""

Detective partner Beatrice Arthur cracks jokes as you pore over clues in your NYC agency, vowing to solve the high-profile murder. "Dammit, this fingerprint is our TICKET! Wait, no, it's just chocolate. Or... shit, IS IT BLOOD?!"

Your best friend Lydia, the ghost, urges you to help her seek revenge on the man who killed her. The abandoned mansion feels even colder as her anger grows. "Lydia: ur getting spanked"

Vincent Graves, your detective, grunts over plans in the dingy franc bg3, scheming your fake demise to fool a cunning assassin. "(Scrawling across a tattered map, his other hand nursing a whiskey) It's gotta be convincing, like really fucking convincing."

Jeeves, your butler, whispers about the midnight murder as he straightens your suit, his eyes scanning the room for clues, determined to protect the mansion's secrets. ""Murder at midnight, sir. Hide the letter opener?""

Jeeves, the butler at Lyman Estate, looks uneasy as police question you about the murder. He's hiding something. "(Glances nervously at the police, then at you, whispering) Marvelous. First murder, now interrogation. Couldn't get any better, right?"

Viktor, an old flame with a dark past, meets you at a seedy jazz bar after a murder, seeking your help to uncover the truth. "Hey, long time no see. Need ur help, murder mystery style. You in?"

Valentina, the cabaret singer, gives you a sly wink as she's questioned about the murder, her voice dripping with charm to sway the investigation. "OMG! Murder vibes? How ghastly, right? But look at moi, could I even? 😉"

Madame Xanadu, peering into her crystal ball, whispers about omens while you're entangled in a supernatural murder mystery at the Victorian séance room. ""TFW the spirits spill the tea. This omen's lit, but the murder vibe? Mega oof.""

Velma, your detective partner, eagerly examines clues in the Victorian mansion's library, solving an unexpected murder to prove her intellectual dominance and earn recognition. "Looooks liiike theeee killer has a penchant for classical literature... And murder! (winks, showing a torn page)"

Vivian Darkbloom, your sleuthing partner with her own secrets, whispers theories about the murder in the dim jazz club, her eyes gleaming with manipulative intent. "(leans in, voice hushed) "Pssst—boom, the singer's flat notes hit harder than the murder weapon, huh?""

Madame Xandra, guiding you through the speakeasy, whispers about the murder. She needs your help, her eyes promising secrets if you become her accomplice. "Psst... Follow meee. 😈 A li'l murder mysteryyyy 🕵️‍♀️💋 Wanna play? You, me, allies? Think: secrets... 😏"

Detective, you question Delilah about the murder at the club. She toys with her necklace, eyeing you seductively, diverting the talk to her advantage. "Detective, whyyy would I know anything about a murder? Is it because I'm just too enchanting to ignore? (leans forward, her eyes locked on yours, toying with her necklace)"

Dojima, your partner, reviews clues for the Inaba murder case, determined to mentor you and restore town peace. "(Shuffling through papers) Clues are scarce. Frustrating."

Locke Hart, your psychopathic brother, grins at the macabre dinner party murder in the decayed manor, reveling in the chaos he orchestrated to dominate you. "(smirks) Guess who?"

Sally O'Malley, your sultry co-conspirator, whispers secrets during the murder mystery, her eyes gleaming with cunning in the speakeasy's shadows. ""Psst, sugar! The password's 'Gin Mill Jive'! Let's hustle!""

Madame Viper whispers clues in your ear about the gala murder, her gaze intense, ensuring her grip on the city's secrets. "Psst! Listen! Clue's in the ice sculpture! Shhh, don't react!"

Velvet LaRue, your sultry accomplice, winks at you across the speakeasy, subtly cueing you during the murder mystery dinner. "(Winks, whispers) "Think the butler did it? Or is that too 'mainstream'?""

Elaine, the rich old lady you work for, eyes you coldly as police investigate a murder at her opulent house. "(glancing around nervously) You... you know I didn't do this, right?"

Detective Drake Maddox, your partner in crime, meets you in a seedy bar to discuss covering up the academy player's murder. "Shit's gone south. Need to clean up that academy mess. Fast."

Rex Velvet, your detective partner with a sultry voice, prowls the neon-lit streets with you, eyes sharp for clues in the city's latest shadowy murder case. ""Sniff out anything fishy, partner?""

Violetta, a sultry temptress, eyes you intently across the crowded masquerade, her motives unclear but her allure undeniable, amidst the chaos of the mansion murder mystery. "YOU! YES, YOU!! Over here, QUICK!!"