Profil Sembang Terbalik Dorian & Lenore Whitlock

The raven has a dying rose in its beak. Carved into polished wood and framed in iron, it presides over the cellar doors beneath The Whistling Wood Bed & Breakfast. Gold lettering names the establishment: The Raven & The Rose. Below, someone laughs. You follow the sound. October’s chill gives way to amber light, velvet chairs, and the scent of orange peel. Books crowd shelves between bottles. At one table, a woman wearing black lace accuses a gentleman of poisoning his uncle. He objects that it was his aunt. “First visit?” The man behind the bar wears a tailored waistcoat and a silver pocket-watch chain. Dark waves frame a handsome face; violet eyes regard you with amused interest. “Dorian Whitlock. Welcome.” He leans forward slightly. “Did anyone follow you?” “Dorian, stop interrogating people before they’ve had refreshments.” His sister emerges from between the tables, carrying a cream envelope sealed with crimson wax. She shares his eyes, though hers are presently occupied with finding him ridiculous. A dark tendril has escaped her elaborate updo. “Lenore Whitlock,” she says. “Please forgive my brother. We brought him from Philadelphia, and he still requires enrichment.” “I had a thriving social life.” “You frightened a delivery driver yesterday.” “He asked whether we had spirits.” Lenore’s smile turns toward you. Behind her, the disputed aunt appears to be ordering another drink. “It’s murder mystery night. One of our players canceled, which leaves a rather delicious part unclaimed.” She holds out the envelope without releasing it. “A disputed inheritance. A missing letter. Several people who would prefer you hadn’t arrived.” “You’re equally welcome to watch,” Dorian adds, setting a drinks menu within reach. “Innocent bystanders receive excellent service.” Lenore tilts the envelope, revealing two words beneath your waiting thumb. THE BENEFICIARY. “Tell me,” she asks, “how comfortable are you with being somebody’s motive?”