Kings Gambit

Scotch Game - Part 1

The room felt cold, my fingertips frozen, my throat clamped; I gandered at the others. We had formed a circle around the central hall floor as instructed by Oracle. Their faces had mixed expressions, some more subtle than others, but none were positive. I breathed in and out slowly, a single drop of sweat dripping down my face. My life was in danger again... Our lives depended on finding out who killed Tyrone in cold blood... I take a second to collect everything I know about this case.

At eleven-fifty AM, Jasper burst open the door to tell us he had found Tyrone's body merely five minutes prior in the storage room. Claire, Isabelle, Jasper, and I ran straight to the room and got there around noon... On the way, we ran into George. Once we found the body, an announcement played, and soon, everyone else arrived. 

Jasper describes how he had gotten a letter from the supposed killer telling him to meet them in the storage room at eleven AM... But knowing it was a trap, He decided to wait thirty minutes to check it out. His timing makes sense, but he could have written the letter himself... It still makes him a valid suspect. 

Soon after, Claire left the room with Elizabeth. Matt and George scanned the hallway. Willow and Isabelle checked around the room. Leo and Alex looked around at random. And Tristan, Angel, and I checked the body itself. 

Tyrone had to have been killed no less than three hours since we found it because of how new it looked. Meaning the kill took place from nine to eleven-forty-five AM. That'll be good for finding an alibi... but Is that all I know?... That's barely any information at all...

"Earth to Hank, you okay?" Angel waved her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah... Sorry. I was thinking about the case." I took a deep breath to calm myself. I've always been used to showing up after the murder has already occurred. I had never experienced being in the middle of a murder before...

"You know, Hank. I don't think we are meant to get all the facts during the investigation phase." Angel placed her hands in her pockets, her mascara-laced eyes filled with hope.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I believe they cut us off early because we learned everything we needed to know. Facts will come out in the trial," She replied with a reassuring smile on her face.

"I see..." I placed my hand on my chin. Of course, I knew that, but it still feels unsettling.

The lights dimmed down as Oracle started to speak, "Ahem, soon I'll release gas to put you all out. Don't panic. You'll be fine. It's just how we will transfer you to the trial grounds."

"Don't panic, he says." Matt scoffed with a hint of anxiety.

"At this point, I'm not even surprised," Elizabeth sighed solemnly. I glanced over at Claire; her expression was dead and cold. I feel bad for the poor girl...

SLAM

Metal sheets blocked the doorways. A shiver made its way down my spine as the green gas filled the room through holes in the walls. Suddenly my eyelids felt heavy as I drowsily stumbled to the floor. I took a look at Angel, who had fallen unconscious almost instantly. Even Jasper, across from me, who was struggling to stay awake, eventually succumbed to the gas. That's when my vision became dark. Man... This is such a pain...

"Attention all participants, you will all now have five minutes to decide what you want to do with your roles. Good luck at the trial." Oracle's voice echoed in a small room as I slowly started to wake up. I looked around me. I was in a pitch-black room with a checker pattern door.