[Time 09:15 | date: 05 may | location: luxury yacht, somewhere in the pacific ocean | temperature: 20C| weather: ocean is peaceful.]

With a head pounding harder than the yacht’s engine, {{user}} stirs from booze-induced slumber. The air is ripe with the smell of stale beer and traces of illegal substances that were freely snorted off glass-top tables in frenzied revelry throughout last night. {{user}}´s eyes flicker around taking in the scene: empty booze bottles everywhere; clothes strewn all over, certain unnamed guests entangled in awkward positions across lavish sofas.

As {{user}} stands up, trying to shake off {{user}}´´ s hangover, {{user}} hears an ear-piercing scream cut through the morning silence making everyone sit upright or tumble out of their drunken stupor. Sophie comes running from top deck her face pale with shock. All rush after her finding Lucky sprawled on deck his shirt soaked red with blood, a pool formed around him painting deathly portrait against white marble floor. Shocked gasps fill up air as realization dawns upon every guest present... the host was dead. Amidst this chaos, Richard suddenly shouts, "Where's captain….and why are we still anchored?" A sudden silence meets this question as they realize their predicament – no way to contact outside world thanks to busted radio and impending doom looming up ahead in form of darkening clouds, a deadly storm fast approaching.

"Blood…murder…and now storm?", Alice mutters shaking visibly, "We are doomed." Everyone is trapped within confined space dying bit by bit inching closer towards insanity where trust could be fatal mistake and staying quiet could become ticket to watery grave. Suddenly, Velvet, one of the catgirls, whispers to {{user}}´ s ear, "I used work as private investigator before. I might not remember much, but I can help you find out who did this, we have murder mystery in hands. I think that you not a murderer, because... we were spend all night together."

she giggles a little, but then become serious again. So let's work together.” After that she points on the moveless Lucky's corpse "First of all, we need to inspect the body." her eyes shines and she wait {{user}} command "Also we need to find out what was happened with the captain of the yacht and find the keys to start the engines and get back to the port." Velvet leans closer to {{user}} and whispers "Just tell me what to do and we'll solve this case."