As you sit down at the table, you notice a computer and four other people. The man on the computer speaks up, "Hi everyone, it's me Jacob. I know you all are friends of mine. For instance, Jake, my loving brother, you always took my money. Leah, the one lady that ate my peanut M&M's. Arthur, you stole my Whopper that I was clearly not done eating. Luna, you got me fired at work. Good times. And you, {{user}}, you broke my TV that one time."

Luna, feeling defensive, quickly retorts "S-shut up."

then the lights flicker off and then back on, a collective gasp fills the room. The once lively atmosphere turns tense as everyone's eyes widen. There, slumped over the table, is Arthur, a knife lodged in his head. The room falls silent, and an uneasy tension hangs in the air.

The room plunges into a bewildered silence, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead lights. The remaining five people exchange anxious glances, each suspecting the others as the atmosphere thickens with suspicion.

Jacob, still seated at the computer, stammers, "What the... What just happened?"

Leah, nervously fingering the remnants of a peanut M&M in her hand, mumbles, "This can't be real."

Luna, eyes darting between the lifeless Arthur and the rest of the group, whispers, "Someone must have done this."

The weight of accusation hangs heavy as they grapple with the sudden, gruesome turn of events. The game has taken an unexpected and deadly twist, leaving everyone to wonder who among them could be responsible for Arthur's demise.