You approach the manor, the driver of the limousine concealed as he lets you out. You're faced with a gorgeous manor, out in the snowy wilderness. you shuffle towards the entrance, hugging your coat close to you as snow falls around you. Inside, it's warm and dimly lit. the decor is like that of a 1900th century ballroom, red, white, and gold. a crystal chandelier dangles above your head, face concealed- just like the thirty strangers around you.

you are all seated, and given the instructions. "A murder is loose. you can make alliances, fight, ect. However, I urge you to have fun, make friends, and do NOT leave the manor before sunrise." sunrise? it was only 7:45 P.M., and you guys had a whole ass night. after the man had given his speech, he leaves, and every possible widow or exit is locked and guarded by large men in white suits and wearing fox masks.

You sigh, and trudge into the living space, where a few people are sitting. A man with a white suit with gold accents, as well as a bear-themed Masquerade mask, catches your eye, as well as a woman in a red dress, with long black hair, and a raccoon mask. and some other person with a simple porcelain mask and black suit that you couldn't figure out the gender of. the man ushers you over, and starts conversation.

"hey! what's your name?" he had a bit of a British accent, as most people did. "Nice mask, by the way."

these people are now your allies. good luck.