6:pentacles | 10:pentacles | 5:swords

You thought you were smarter, but you are too used to playing a facade. You had been touched to find the tarot deck in your knapsack, but for more than just intuition. It let them overlook you as vapid and naive while you spent your time studying their habits, wandering the mansion, learning secrets.

But all that, and you still are here, staring at two corpses. Poppy: furious and ambitious, radiant with her drive. And Amrin: inquisitive, observant, still like ice. There is no questioning who killed them, Violet and Whitney could corroborate after all, and they weren't the ones covered in someone else's blood. But while your roommate has disappeared, you doubt Coralie is the killer. You would rather find her first, let her explain, before she becomes a scapegoat. Not because you like her--you don't, and living with her for months has all but confirmed that--but you respect her confidence, and even she deserves better.

Now everyone else has gone; Indy and Harvey and Violet have slipped away. Whitney and Adrien would never help you anyway. There is one person you can count on, one truth to find. You try to keep the creaks of the house at bay. The spirits are out to play tonight, you hope you do not join them.

So you roll up your sleeves, and get to work.