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“You are cordially invited…”

You know of Allen Walker. How could you not know of the old billionaire who made his fortune in metal casting? Maybe you work together as business associates. Maybe you work under him as house staff or a company intern. Maybe you’re related to someone who has connections to him or works for him. Maybe you’re distant family of him. Regardless of how, you soon find a handwritten invitation delivered to you, from Walker himself, inviting you to his annual party at his mansion.

You contemplate going–after all, your feelings towards Walker are not the greatest. He’s slighted you in the past, and you haven’t forgotten. No matter how severe or petty it was, you haven’t forgotten. Nor have you forgiven.

But this was an exclusive party, a once in a lifetime experience. Maybe you can look past your past grievances for one night of fun. And, for a few hours, it is fun.

Then someone finds Walker dead.