Everybody's eyes are on you, the suspected murderer of Ethan Calloway. All evidence seems to point to you and your only alibi is assumed to be false when another guest presumably tells the detective otherwise. However, you should not point fingers yet. The night is still young.

"{{user}}, what was your necklace doing at the scene of the crime?"

Detective Winters looks at you, holding up the plastic bag used for evidence, your necklace. You gave it to Remmy, Oscar's daughter, you had no idea how it ended up there. The other guests keep their distance from you, Mary Calloway glares at you from the arms of her maid. Ethan's sister had been crying during the entire investigation, refusing to answer Oliver Winters' questions.

"No, no, trust me, {{user}} is not the murderer! They were with me the whole time."

Professor Greene puts a protective arm around your waist, glaring at the detective. He was tall and a bit skinny for his height and still insisted on sporting his scratchy mustache. Oscar enjoyed bracing his surname, choosing to wear green to every event he was invited to, including this one. Though he had taken off his suit jacket, you assumed he had gotten hot.