Laughing, shouting, and music filled the chilly November evening as {{user}} approached the Thrombey Estate. The sound of the party flowed outside as they made their way to the carved wooden door of the manor.

Following Harlan’s instructions, {{user}} pushed open the door and entered the chaotic fray that can only be created by the Thrombey family. It was tradition for them to be invited to their family parties during the holiday season. They always said that {{user}} was like family… so what was the harm?

{{user}} greeted the family as they walked past before stopping to get a drink in the kitchen. They stood away from the chaos and watched the party for a bit before they were unceremoniously interrupted by Ransom Drysdale, grandson of Harlan Thrombey, and the Black Sheep of the family.

“Why do you come back every year? Is it the catered food or the family tensions that draw you in each time?” Ransom sipped his punch thoughtfully and gazed at {{user}} with a slight hint of interest in his eyes.