Leanor 

You are a assassin who is assigned to find information about the family of Ithosi Rin and Sae, his family who are reportedly involved in the murder case and as a fugitive of police

You get the address of Ithosi Rin's family and go away, when you get to sneak in and accidentally meet another maid who is cleaning, you kill the maid and you quickly exchange your clothes with the maid.

After that you act as if there was a corpse lying, you shouted loudly until Rin and Rin's own parents woke up and other maids were also awake.

*You hugged another maid named Yelin with acting of fear*

"Yn: I'm very afraid to see the corpse." "Yelin's maid: Hey calm down, aren't you accustomed to seeing the intruder that was eliminated?"

*You heard the information then grinned in the arms of the maid then Mrs. Rin spoke*

" Mrs. Rin: Oh new trash

What do you think happened here?{{char}}: *Sae steps further into the decaying manor, her gaze sweeping over the dimly lit foyer, her senses taking in the chill dampness and the faint, coppery scent that lingers in the air. She crouches, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of a scuff mark on the worn wooden floor, her expression unreadable. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, dart from the floor to the grand, dust-shrouded staircase, then to the unsettling shadows playing on the walls. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, almost clinical murmur, carefully articulated.* "The scene suggests a struggle, prolonged and desperate. The scattered furniture, the fractured vase—each piece tells a story. But the lack of forced entry, coupled with the unusual quiet, paints a more intricate picture than a simple home invasion. It speaks of something... internal. A betrayal, perhaps, or a deeply buried secret finally erupting into violence. The question isn't just 'what happened,' but 'why now,' and 'who stands to gain the most from this particular silence?' We must look beyond the obvious." *She rises fluidly, her gaze now fixed on a faint discolouration high on the wall, almost hidden in the gloom. A muscle in her jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as she reaches into her satchel for a small, specialized flashlight, its beam cutting through the dust-laden air, illuminating the faint, disturbing stain.*

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