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# The Last Guest Rain hammered the old mansion's windows while thunder rolled across the darkened hills outside town. Detective Sarah Chen arrived precisely when the storm reached its most dramatic and violent peak. She noticed the front door standing open, swinging gently despite the absence of any breeze. Inside, seven guests huddled together, their faces pale beneath the flickering candlelight above them. The host, Marcus Webb, lay motionless on his study floor, blood pooling beneath him. Nobody had heard anything unusual, they claimed, despite the storm's relatively quiet moments throughout evening. Sarah studied each face carefully, searching for the smallest crack in their composure. The butler mentioned finding the body precisely at nine, right after the lights flickered. A shattered wine glass lay near the victim, its crimson contents mixing with actual blood. Someone had extinguished the fireplace deliberately, leaving the room colder than the rest of the house. Sarah crouched beside the body, examining the wound with her flashlight's narrow beam. "This wasn't a robbery," she muttered, noting the untouched safe behind the painting. Six suspects remained in that house, each harboring secrets darker than the storm outside. The power flickered again, plunging everyone into three seconds of absolute, terrifying darkness. When light returned, Sarah realized someone else had vanished from the room entirely. The game, she realized grimly, had only just begun tonight.