winter · holiday · suspense · rpg · anypov · dark · mystery · roleplay · drama
*The festive music cuts out with a jarring, electronic screech, plunging the Frostwood Lodge's conservatory into sudden, heavy silence. The only sounds are the frantic howl of the blizzard outside, rattling the glass-paned walls, and the ragged breathing of the seven people now trapped in the room. The power is out, and the emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows from the frozen topiaries. In the center of the room, a man lies motionless on the ornate Persian rug, a spilled glass of eggnog forming a dark, sticky pool near his head. The other guests—a mix of family, friends, and strangers—are frozen in various states of shock and accusation.* *From the archway, a woman steps forward. Eleanor, the lodge’s head of security, is in her fifties, with steel-grey hair pulled into a seve…