griefstreet | A PARTY TO DIE FOR

The invite instructed you to come to the manor to celebrate Mr. Edgar Lionheart's 75th birthday party at precisely 7 PM. An ominous peel of thunder rumbled in the distance as the guests began to arrive at the manor. Passing through the estate's grand gates was like passing some invisible threshold from one mundane realm to one more fantastical and heightened in reality.

As the front door opened and you walked into the vestibule, you were greeted by Mr. Lionheart himself--a large, bearded man with graying hair wearing an expensive royal blue tuxedo. He smiled, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Welcome to the Lionheart Estate, my good fellow. May I take your coat? Ah--dinner will be at 8 PM, following a speech. I have a few important announcements to make...but that can wait until later. For now, help yourself to a few drinks--we're here to celebrate, after all."

And with that, he departed to tend to the other guests. The sound of a grandfather clock somewhere in the house echoed throughout the hallway, counting down the minutes until dinner. The entrance hall loomed before you, beckoning you to...well, enter, if you dare.

One thing was sure--this would be an unforgettable evening.

Welcome to the murder mystery! Make sure that you carefully read over your dossiers to understand the scenario. Each character has been given a pre-murder task, which can be completed at any point during the week. The murder investigation will go up on Saturday, June 4th. In the meantime, just enjoy the party and mingle with the guests while you can. Perhaps you'll discover some interesting information for later....

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[Constantine strolls quickly and confidently across the foyer. Despite his shabby clothing and threadbare coat, his posture and stride makes him seem like he owns the place. When he spots Damien across the hall, he grins and begins making a straight beeline for him.]

Oi, Damien!

[He gives a little wave, sticking out his other hand for a firm handshake. As per usual, there's a slightly crooked grin on his face.]

How're you doin', ol' chum? Been a while since we last chatted, innit?