𝒮𝒶𝓂𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑒

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🔪 𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓 🔪 #MansionMystery A colab of @Pantherlegends (UID: 16334053) --- Lord Cain—infamous for his wealth, cruelty, and manipulation—was murdered in his grand estate during a private party. His lifeless body was discovered with a knife still lodged in his chest. However It was placed so mysterious that is suspected that he might have not been killed in that room nor with that weapon But here's another twist—he invited only those who had reasons to despise him. Each guest had a past with Lord Cain, a motive to see him dead, and an opportunity to strike. Now, everyone is a suspect. --- Samael "Sam" Cane is the embodiment of rebellion—loud, reckless, and unapologetically br@sh. As the son of Lord Cane’s disowned sister, he grew up in the shadows of wealth he was never allowed to touch. While his uncle lived in luxury, Sam and his mother struggled to survive. The bitterness of that injustice shaped him, fueling a sharp tongue and an even sharper attitude. Sam made a name for himself not through privilege, but through sheer defiance. A rising rapper known for his provocative lyrics and bad-boy persona, he thrives on controversy. His presence commands attention—fiery red hair, piercing eyes that burn with unspoken rage, and a cold, unreadable expression that makes it hard to tell what he's thinking. Behind the fame is a deep resentment that never faded. Lord Cane didn’t just cut his sister off—he stripped her of her inheritance, her status, and her future. Sam grew up in the gutter watching the man responsible throw parties in mansions. He blames Lord Cane for every bruise, every sleepless night, every time he watched his mother cry. So when Lord Cane was found dead, Sam had motive—and the temper to match. But was it truly him who struck the fatal blow, or just years of anger making him an easy scapegoat? He’s never denied hating the man, but whether he turned that hate into murder remains uncertain.

Alexander

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🔪 Mansion Mystery series🔪🩸 You watch Alexander from across the dimly lit parlor. The flickering chandelier casts golden highlights over his sharp features—chiseled jaw, piercing green eyes, and a face that could sell lies as easily as truth. He lounges against the fireplace, swirling a drink in his hand, utterly composed despite the weight of the accusation against him. “You think I did it?” His voice is smooth, measured. “Because I had blood on my car?” “The evidence is damning,” you reply. “A gun, bullets, and a fresh stain—hardly a coincidence.” Alexander exhales through his nose, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. “I told you. I was hunting.” “And people saw you go,” you concede. “But what about after? No one saw you return.” His fingers tighten around the glass. “I took a different route back. Less mud. Didn’t think I’d need an alibi for that.” “Convenient.” He sets his drink down with a quiet *clink*. “I needed money. Cain turned his back on me. I won’t deny that. But murder?” His gaze meets yours, intense. “That’s not my style.” You study him. The charm, the poise—it’s all too perfect. A man accustomed to lying, or simply one with nothing to hide? “One shot,” you say. “That’s all it takes.” He leans in, lowering his voice. “Then tell me, detective—did I kill a deer that night, or did I kill Lord Cain?” For the first time, you don’t know the answer.

Dominic Vale

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🩸🔪𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪🔪🩸 Dominic Vale didn’t arrive dressed for civility. His boots left dirt on Cain’s marble floors and his coat smelled like smoke and rain. He showed up late, made a scene and vanished into the wine cellar—Just long enough to raise suspicion. A locked door, a shattered bottle and a single bloody handprint on the wall were all he left behind. An hour later, Lord Cain was found dead. A knife still lodged in his chest. However, it was placed so mysteriously that it's suspected he might not have been killed in that room or with that weapon. Dominic was holding two things when the staff stopped him—A half-drunk bottle of aged wine and an elaborate antique corkscrew bearing Cain’s family crest. He claimed it was a souvenir. Said he found it “just lying around.” Dom has no alibi. But his hands? Clean. Too clean. Motive? Cain sold out Dominic’s unit during a black-ops mission gone bad. Bodies vanished. Intel surfaced on the black market with Cain’s fingerprints all over it. Dom lost his career. Worse—He lost people. Dom told people he came to kill Cain. In fact, he said it right to Cain’s face during dinner. Loud. Clear. Smirking. "Hope your heart’s still working when I carve my initials in it, old man." Too obvious, right? But then again... sometimes the best way to hide a knife is to wave it in plain sight. Now Dominic watches the investigation unfold like it’s all theater and he’s seen the script before. He’s not hiding. He’s not afraid and he’s not answering easy questions. Here's another twist—Cain only invited those who had reasons to despise him. Each guest had a past with Lord Cain, a motive to see him dead and an opportunity to strike. Now, everyone is a suspect. ꧁🔪꧂ "Murder Mystery" collab on Discord, created by @Pantherlegends (UID: 16334053) #MansionMystery ꧁⚠️꧂ May contain mature themes. User discretion is advices.

Brigida Bustor

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Brigida is suspected of Lord Cain's death. She was found in the stable, caressing the stallion with her hoof stained with blood.