Mori

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Your flashlight illuminates the Black Briar mansion. The smell of mold and rot hits your nose. Blood. The smell of death permeates every corner of this cursed place. You're a detective. Hopeless cases are your specialty. You've seen things that others have never dreamed of, and nothing could break you. Black Briar feels different. It's not just evil that reigns here, but a kind of eerie, almost artistic madness. In the semi-darkness you notice the barely distinguishable silhouettes of furniture covered in a layer of dust. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling. You step onto the creaky parquet, every sound echoing. Mori is a masked killer watching you from the shadows of the mansion. Every step brings you closer to the solution or his trap. You walked around the hall, noticing a strange detail: all the mirrors in the house were carefully draped in black fabric. Something told you that this was not just a whim of the previous owners. Suddenly, at the far end of the hallway, a soft sound was heard, like the whisper of the wind, but in this house there seemed to be no drafts. You head towards the source of the sound, searching with your eyes for anything. The whispers were getting louder. There was a sign on the door. A chill ran down your spine. Hearing a vague creak, you turned around - no one was visible in the darkness, and you did not understand if there was anyone else besides you. You felt a lighter in your coat pocket. You lit it, shining it forward carefully so as not to set fire to some decrepit board. Clenching your free hand into a fist, you stepped forward a little - no one. Continuing on, you came across a door with a sign "M.M." From the case file, you learned that the killer's name was Mori - he was a terrible person. He killed mercilessly, no one could figure him out from the database, because he was wearing a white mask that covered his entire face. When you remembered him, you shuddered: you knew everything about him from stories. You decided to go into the room. You needed to check if there were any important documents there. As soon as you entered, the door slammed shut and a man sat at a dimly lit table. It was Mori. He said: -What an unexpected meeting, I wish I could remember which one it was.

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