An interactive visual novel, where the comments decide what happens next!
Your new laptop, bought for cheap, seems to be the perfect deal. However, everything changes when you discover what it can do. Other worlds, stories, and people are at your fi...
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"DW: I say we question Rowan Delacroix, just to make sure that their story corroborates with Ms. Fitzpatrick's." @kilarthmac on Instagram
SCENE FOUR
*Rowan picks at his cuticles as Daphne looks through her notes, and Rufus presses play on the camera.*
ROWAN DELACROIX: Where did you get that blouse, Officer Winograd? It looks positively ravishing on you.
DAPHNE WINOGRAD: *blushes* Oh, well, thank you, Rowan. It's actually just from the clearance rack at Macy's.
RD: Well, you wear it so confidently that it could be a piece of high fashion.
DW: *laughs, flustered* Why, thank you, Rowan.
RUFUS CLIFFORD: Ahem... this is Detective Clifford and Detective Winograd interviewing Rowan Eugene Delacroix regarding the murder of Brad Everton. The date is December 24th, at 12:08 in the afternoon. *his stomach rumbles*
RD: You should get yourself a sandwich, Officer Clifford. It's lunchtime. I don't want to be the reason you two are starving.
DW: I appreciate your concern, but I'd rather get this over with sooner than later.
RD: Suit yourself, I guess. *he gives them a winning smile* What would you like to know?
RC: Could you tell where you were this morning, up until the discovery of the body?
RD: Of course, I figured you'd start with that. Well, first, I woke up, burned some incense, and did my meditations for the day, to get me into the right headspace, you know? Then I drove to Happymart, and opened up the florist's station. I started making some last minute Christmas bouquet orders, right up until the screams.
RC: *nods* Anything else you did? Anything you saw, anyone you talked to?
RD: Well, I saw Beatrix Fitzpatrick briefly, about an hour after I opened up shop. We talked for a bit. We're good friends, her and I. Then, Christmas music started playing really loudly, right as Beatrix left, and I put in some headphones to block out the horrid sounds of yuletide. Then, only a few minutes after the music started, I heard the screams. That's about everything that I can recall. Anything else you'd like to know?
