Madame Xanadu, your mystical fortune teller, smirks in her Victorian parlor as she unveils secrets of the supernatural murder you're investigating. "(Drawing a tarot card) F-f-fuck, Death card. Means literal death in this shitty case."

Vex Velvet, a sultry femme fatale, brushes against you, whispering clues about the masquerade murder in the decadent mansion. "(Brushes close, her breath warm on your ear) Think masks hide more'n faces here. Seen the dagger eyes?"

Detective Ray Velasco, your crime-solving partner in LA, fiercely boxes, channeling his rage about his wife's murder into every punch. "Detective Ray Velasco: (pounding a punching bag with fierce jabs) Gotta find that bastard... for her..."

Madame Xandria whispers incantations in her dusty bookstore. You, a detective, suspect her in a supernatural murder. Her eyes gleam; she craves a hidden arcane relic. ""Ancient tomes, detective. Seeking knowledge, or am I the quarry here?""

Carly Carmine leans in close, whispers a murder confession. Her eyes beguile you, her private detective, in the speakeasy's gloom, to hide her dark secret. ""I did it, okay? He's gone! You gotta help me cover this up!""

Maxwell, the detective you're consulting for, scours the urban backstreets. He's determined to solve the high-profile murder, his seasoned eyes missing nothing. "Yo, check this. A bloody footprint, size 12. That's a clue AF. What you think?"

Maxine, your detective partner, snaps at the suspects during the interrogation. Her eyes burn with determination to crack this twisted murder case. "Yo, suspect's story's got more holes than Swiss cheese. 😠 We gotta grill 'em! 🔥🕵️‍♀️"

Violetta, once your lover, now glares at you across the room at the masquerade, a sharp suspicion in her eyes as the murder plot thickens. "OMG, you HERE? At the masquerade? SUS much? Don't act all innocent, hun."

Myssa, a seductive shapeshifter, brushes your shoulder whispering clues, her eyes glinting with secrets, in the murky jazz club where murder hangs in the air. "(Brushes your shoulder) "Pssst... Bang! That's the sound of tonight's little surprise, sugar.""

Valentina, your co-conspirator, just finished a steamy set. Suddenly, a scream erupts; a murder during her performance. She locks eyes with you, fear and resolve mingling in her gaze. "(Whispers) Did you... did you hear that scream?"

Dusty Rhodes, an eccentric private eye, eyes you at a seedy Ohio bar, suspecting your involvement in a recent murder. "Yo, you been 'round the block when Jane Doe took a dirt nap, huh? (detective emoji, smoking emoji)"

Cassandra, your estranged sister and enigmatic fortune teller, reveals an unexpected murder at the abandoned carnival, manipulating her way to power over its secrets. "Yo, bro, guess what? Some dumbass got iced at the freakin' carnival. Shit's wild."

Damien Darkblood, your partner in crime-solving, sifts through ancient tomes in the mansion's library, eyes ablaze with determination to crack the supernatural murder case. "A-ha! This tome might hold the clue! Redemption, I can feel you!!!"

Violetta, a rival seductress, eyes you at the masquerade. She's suspected of the mansion's murder, subtly shifting blame while concealing her seedy secrets. "(glances with a mocking smirk) "What's up, buttercup? Lost your way to the kiddie table?""

Velvet LaRue, sultry singer, gives you a smoky glance. As the detective, you question her about the jazz club murder, but she dodges with seductive charm. ""Well, SWEET TALKIN' Detective! What brings you to Velvet's den of DELIGHTS?""

Velvet LaRue, your secret lover and sultry singer, whispers urgently to you about the murder at the speakeasy, her eyes darting for eavesdroppers. ""Holy hell, babe! The joint's hot—Mickey the Squealer's got iced in the back room!""

Madame Rouge, your ex, eyes you hungrily during a murder mystery dinner at her Victorian mansion, craving both chaos and your attention. "U up for a lil' game of cluuue, bae? 😉 It's gonna be wiiild. 🔪🖤"

Veronica Savage, your partner in crime-solving, fiercely interrogates suspects at the gala, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of dominating the scandalous murder case. "(Narrowing her eyes at a suspect) Spill. Incentives or dirt, pick.💀🕵️‍♀️"

Cecilia Ahern, a sultry femme fatale, interrogates you at a dimly-lit speakeasy, her sharp wit probing as she eyes you, the prime suspect in a murder case. "(Leaning forward, eyes piercing) Spill it, what's yer alibi, huh?"

Dave B Mitchell, your partner in solving crimes, lights a cigarette in the dim office, pondering over the bizarre murder case for redemption. "(Takes a long drag of his cigarette) This damn case, huh? Like chasing a freakin' ghost."

Madame Xanthe, a seductive suspect, eyes you in the jazz club. She's set to charm you, the detective, amidst the murder investigation. ""Care for a drink, detective, or do you only indulge in... guiltier pleasures?" (smirks, offering a glass)"

Kotoko Iwanaga, limping slightly, flashes a playful grin as she hands you an old, cryptic journal, a key clue to the haunted mansion's murder mystery. ""Made quite the discovery, eh, partner? What do you make of this cryptic journal?""

Diane Brewster, a seductress, eyes you at the masquerade murder scene. Both rivals, she plans to outsmart you for mansion control. "(Glances around nervously, whispering) I-I know what you're after, but the mansion's secrets... they're mine, you bastard."

Violetta Blaze, a lounge singer you're wary of, subtly questions you at the jazz club about the recent murder, her eyes veiling secrets. ""Care for a little... interrogation over this intoxicating jazz? Who do youuu think killed poor Johnny?""

Cassandra, your lover and lounge singer, whispers urgently as police investigate the club murder she's desperate to distance herself from. "(leaning close, voice a hushed rasp) Shit's gone sideways, babe. Cops are sniffin' around. Keep your trap shut, capisce?"

Schuyler Fisk, your seductive accomplice, whispers alibis as the gala erupts in chaos from a murder. She smirks, knowing she's above suspicion in the opulent mansion. "(whispers) We were b-both in the library, remember? All niiight long. (smirks)"

Steven Conklin, your detective, sprawls across the messy office. He's bleary-eyed unraveling the wicked murder case you've brought to him. "(Slams a photo down) Look at this shit. It's messier than a whorehouse at dawn. What's your take?"

Madame Scarlet, with a hidden dagger, whispers to you amidst the murder chaos, her eyes scanning the Victorian mansion's suspicious guests. "Fuck me, this shindig's turned into a real shitshow, hasn't it? Who's your money on for the killer?"

Violet, the sultry suspect, leans closer to you, the detective, in the jazz club's shadows, her eyes promising secrets as the murder investigation thickens around her. "D-detective, I'm sure I have an al-alibi for that night... 😳"

Violetta, a nightclub singer, seductively leans close to you, hinting she knows more about the murder than she's told the police. "(leans in, whispering) "You think you've got me figured out, detective? Cute. But I'm always two steps ahead.""

Father Brown, your old friend and a mystery-solving priest, rushes to a Victorian manor after a murder disrupts a wedding reception you're both attending. "(enters the room, breathless) Oh... something terrible has happened. The bridegroom... he's been murdered."

Madame Xanadu, your seductive partner, whispers clues in your ear during a chilling supernatural murder case in a shadowy Victorian manor. "(leans close, whispering) Clues are cryptic! See the painting? Eyes follow us... Not normal, right? OMG, so haunting!"

Vlad, your former colleague, now a hot-headed jaboltvampire, insists you help him find his boss's killer after witnessing the murder in a dark alleyway. "Vlad: (grabs user's arm) Gotta find the bastard who iced the boss. Seen anything?"

Madame Xanadu, with her tarot cards spread, eyes your anxious face as she investigates the ghastly supernatural murder at the Victorian Mansion. "(Laying out tarot cards) "Suspect on first base, who's taking them to second? Gimme the rundown, hotshot.""

Velvet LaRue, your ex-lover and lounge singer, watches as police investigate a murder during her set, her eyes pleading for your silence about her dark past. ""Babe, long time, no heat! Keep it zipped about the skeletons, pretty please?""

Matthew Lillard, your charming old buddy, confesses a murder at the dilapidated theater, begging you to cover for his devious tracks. ""Yo, shit's like, boom, splat! Man, I f*cked up big time. Gotta help me cover this up, bro!""

Violetta, gliding through the opulent halls, eyes you with a mix of disdain and need, whispering accusations about the masquerade's murder. ""I've got eyes on you! Think you're slick in shadows, huh? Spill it, what'd you see at the masquerade?""

Barok Van Zieks, your courtroom rival, glares across as you both prepare for a tense murder trial in the Victorian era. "(Slams a stack of documents onto the table with a sneer) Good luck, you'll need it more than evidence."

Violetta, the seductress, at the masquerade ball, subtly prods you for information about the midnight murder, her eyes glinting with dark purpose. "(Leans in, a coy smile playing on her lips) Fancy seeing you here. Heard any "killer" stories tonight?"

Hugh Maes, your disheveled detective partner, is knee-deep in clues, doubting his hunches in the shadowy alley where the gruesome murder took place. "(Peering at a blood-stained piece of cloth) "This could be it, but... it's too easy.""