So it's just a game, right?
It was a question going through all three of the player's heads as they waited for the signal to enter the house. An hour before, a text was sent out to various people that a game was being played after school, called "Investigator." Naturally , curiosity took over, and within a few minutes, everyone was buzzing about it, and receiving instructions as fast as they could be typed. Ludwig,Francis and Arthur were the last ones to show up, being the ones selected to be the detectives. Arthur checked his watch again. They had been waiting for ten minutes since they got there.
There was a bit of a racket going on inside earlier, a loud thudding noise, the sound of shuddering doors. Silence followed and it put them all on edge. Of course, it was all for effect, they'd been told before.
A whistle was blown, signaling the beginning of the game. Ludwig cautiously opened the door, and peered inside.
Creaking steps, and heavy breathing were only signs that the vast house was occupied. Treading carefully, Arthur made his way into the lobby, keeping an eye out for anything was committing to memory the areas that looked the most suspicious, and kept checking in the corner of his eye for any assaliants. You couldn't be too careful when you didn't know your own enemy. The electric lights buzzed noisily and flickered randomly,making it hard for the brit to concentrate. He kept reaching into his pocket for a notebook that wasn't there, like a nervous tick.
Francis casually strolled inside, glancing around. He occasionally looked into one of the many mirrors in the lobby, fixing his hair, tossing it this way and that, using it to look around without turning his back. Most of the glass was dirty and foggy, most likely from age. He cleaned more of the mirror to afford a better view. In the corner was a figure, sitting down on the floor slumped over with several red post-it notes on it. Another person was already at their side.
Ludwig crouched down, inspecting the victim. The sticky pieces of paper were to indicate wounds. He lifted up the victim's head to make an identification. a long, curl strand stuck out from light brown hair. Lids fluttered open to reveal chocolate eyes. With a wink, they closed again,and Ludwig took notes.
There are 6 wounds. The victim has the number 3 drawn on his hand. none of the wounds are directly fatal.
Standing up again, He moved into another room, assuming he would not recieve much help from his counterparts. They were both enemies, and getting them to cooperate would prove more trouble than neccesary.
"Ludwig?" Feliciano had followed him inside, and leaned up against a chest of drawers.
"Quiet. And don't give me any hints, it's against the rules. " He waved him off.
"Oh no, I just wanted to wish you good luck, ve!"
" Danke, Now. " Ludwig shushed him again and directed his italian friend to resume his previous position.
He checked his phone, reading over the rules. He expected there to be more than just five. The information just seemed too limited ..There was no pictures of the floorplans,making navigation harder. The worst thing he could do was get lost.
Ok so that's the end of this chapter, short, but more to come. Review if you like, and feel free to suggest a victim :0