"Someone in this room is a murderer."
I immediately moved chair back against the wall, eyeing the other guests nervously. The Ambrose Twins began to argue, at first with the proclamation, then with each other. Our host's requests to remain calm for the evening until the weather cleared and help could arrive fell on deaf ears.
One after another, tensions boiled over as accusations flew, until a fist knocked our host into the suit of armor, killing him.
There followed a complicated few minutes as revenge followed revenge.
Wasn't my plan when I killed him but it worked out fine.
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