Scrolling your name, the sign-in book revealed a bold, cursive signature reading: Amber June. Being sixteen years old and very social, you were the top of your friend's lists, and a very fun person to get along with. Your hazel brown hair, with a hint of dark orange when reflecting the sunlight, streaked down past your shoulders at your average teenage hieght of stature.
After sitting on a nearby luxurious velvet cushioned bench, a man in the black suit stepped out from behind the desk and began to speak in a formal tone.
“If I could have your attention please.” The man announced “My name is Andrew Majors, head of staff of this manor, and let me be the first to say thank you for your participation. I know that you all are wondering what it is that you have agreed to and you will find out at dinner tonight. But before that we should show where everyone will be sleeping at.” The man continued as he grabbed some envelopes off the table “These envelops I have contain a card with a color and a number. The cards will tell you what room you will be staying in and some information about your host.”
The man then began handing envelopes to all of the guests inside the foyer, as you collect your own from him. Breaking the seal on the envelope, you pull out a...
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