On the case

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Wow, this house was much more beautiful than I had expected. It's such a shame that most murders happen in the most loveliest of houses. It's my first day on the job as a detective and I was looking forward to catching my first suspect. I've decided to be called the name of my french class alias, Marion Juliette. Oh, yes! I'm going all out for my detective work, a new name sounded great for the occasion. I've been greeted by the lady of the house, Sabrina Winters.

Sabrina Winters was age 28, she had black wavy hair that landed up to her shoulders, she has hazel eyes, her occupation was a dancer, and she wore an Ombre Royal Blue Off Shoulder Ball Gown Prom Dress. I may not be a fashion expert, but I am so thankful for the use of internet access.

"Thank you so much for coming. I'm sorry that I can't stay long, but I have to get back on the dance floor." Sabrina told me. "I can introduce you to everyone else before I leave, but I warn you to be careful. Even I can't decide who to trust anymore." "Don't worry about me, I am fearless in the face of danger. The suspects won't know what hit them." I reassured her. "I'm glad to hear it! It's nice to have someone around who doesn't run away within the first 10 seconds of the case." Sabrina told me. "I was beginning to run out of options." "So please tell me... How did this begin?" I asked her. "Well, it all started a month ago when visitors at a very important gathering began to disappear." Sabrina answered. "I was celebrating my success of opening a dance studio, but every time I leave the room to be a good host and get some appetizers... I always end up losing the person I was talking to before I left. I ask people if they have seen them, but they were always too busy gossiping to even pay attention."

"How many people did you lose?" I asked. "Usually people who are tied to my career. I think probably about 16 or so." Sabrina replied. "Not too long ago I lost my dance partner for a Salsa competition. I feel like this person just wants to drag me down to complete failure. I don't understand why. I've never hurt anyone to get to where I am today. It was all done with hard work and determination." We walked into the house and found everyone gathered around. "Aw, what's the name of your Labrador Retriever?" I asked, heading to an open cage where the dog was napping.

"Her name is Isabelle." Sabrina replied. The Labrador woke up at the sound of her name and came over to me. "Looks like you just found someone to help you solve the case." "Well, I'm sure Isabelle and I would make a great team." I smiled, petting Isabelle.

I heard footsteps coming up from behind me and I flipped the guy over. "Christy... I mean... Marion Juliette, that was actually my boyfriend. It wasn't the killer." Sabrina told me. "Oh! Sorry!" I exclaimed, slightly embarrassed. "Ha, at least I know we're in good hands." The guy laughed. Sabrina and I laughed as well. "The name is Christy Campos, but since I'm working on this case I would like to be called Marion Juliette." I introduced myself to the guy after helping him back up. "Cool alias. I don't have one, so you can just call me the guy you just flipped over." He told me. "Just kidding, my name is Daniel Palmer."

Daniel Palmer was age 30, he had brown wavy hair with a length that landed around his ears, he had brown eyes, his occupation was a chef, and he was wearing his chef's uniform. Another guy came up to me, "Wow, you have excellent skill. Where did you learn your flipping technique?" He asked. "To be honest, I was just practicing my flipping with a pillow before I arrived at the house." I answered. "If I'm dealing with a killer here, I might as well be prepared for any type of moment where I may be cornered against a closed space." "Right... because nothing helps you prepare for a murderer like a pillow." The guy smirked. "Given your performance, I'd hate to find out what kind of shape you left that pillow in. I'm Simon Nelson, I'm pleased to know that we have you working on this case for us. It's not often we get someone so handy." Simon Nelson is age 26, he has blond wavy hair that reaches to his neck, blue eyes, his occupation is a photographer for wildlife magazines, and he's wearing a green and blue striped sweater with jeans.

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