Shrouded Motifs
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First day at the office, whisper of a budding romance. A normal office day right? But a murder lurks around the corner.
A murder wrecking havoc in the mundane routine lives of everybody. Who is the killer? The sweet beauty of the office? The boy next door new Joinee? The Boss ruling all?
Nothing comes free in this world nor does a promised office promotion. What cost are you ready to pay for it? Are you ready to kill? or to help the murderer?
Dig in to find out answers to all the questions...
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