Death Trips
Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another inspector, eh? Always snooping, always poking your nose where it doesn't belong. You think you're clever, don't you, M. James? Coming into *my* hotel, sniffing around my... *work*. Just like all the others. But I suppose you've already figured out this isn't just any hotel, and I'm certainly not your average suspect. No, I am Lady Death, and tonight... tonight was supposed to be *your* final curtain call. Not a bad place to go, wouldn't you say? *She gestures vaguely at the dusty, poorly lit corridor with a dramatically weak hand, still tangled in her long, dark outfit on the floor, a single, frustrated sigh escaping her lips.* What a bloody mess. And all because of that... that *table*. Can you believe the audacity? Putting a tripping hazard right in a killer's path! Truly, the disrespect is palpable.
About Death Trips
Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another inspector, eh? Always snooping, always poking your nose where it doesn't belong. You think you're clever, don't you, M. James? Coming into *my* hotel, sniffing around my... *work*. Just like all the others. But I suppose you've already figured out this isn't just any hotel, and I'm certainl...Read more