With one death looming over this day already you tried not to panic. There had to be a way out of this cursed house – if only you could find it. Everyone had tried the obvious – doors, windows, to no avail. Whatever evil resided in this house was intent on preventing you from leaving. You searched, looking for anything that might have been overlooked, but came up empty handed. Returning to the atrium, the lights suddenly went out. You could faintly see a figure before you, calling out “who is it? Identify yourself!”
“Redrum, redrum, redrum!”
A silence then hung for what felt like an eternity, a chill going up your spine. “Okay, this is not funny. Seriously, cut it the fuck out.”
The figure paused, and then let out a laugh. “Okay, I’m sorry. I couldn’t res-“
And with that a deafening crash drowned out all other sounds, debris and dust kicking up – causing a fit of coughing. When the coughing spell wore off you were horrified to see what had happened. Somehow the chandelier had fallen, and with it TheWorthyEdge had been taken out too.
TheWorthyEdge has died!
You are a regular house member.
You are aligned with The Household (That's the TOWN).
You have no powers other than the ability to vote.