# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Mack', 'Taylor']","narrative":"In the tranquil solitude of a secluded chalet, Clyde meets an untimely death from snake venom; a case which sees the sharp mind of Detective Winston matching wits with two elusive suspects, Mack and Taylor.\n\nAs Winston walked into the sleek design studio, everything looked like it was out of a luxurious catalog. Mack, the man responsible for the rich interior designs was engrossed in sketching a new collection, his exotic reptile sculptures reflecting his extensive knowledge of reptile anatomy and he was known for keeping up with the latest snake discoveries as part of his hobby. \n\n“You Mack?” Winston asked, catching the man's attention. Mack turned to face the detective, revealing a chiseled face accentuated with some disturbing scars. \n\n\"Mack's who you're chattin' to now.\" His tone was casual but assertive. His posture was confident, but his eyes, they held a disconcerting intensity, like a reptile about to strike. \n\nWinston was about to ask about the intriguing designs, instead, Mack strode across the room to a glass terrarium. He sifted his way through a mess of receipts on the barren desk to pull out a small, clear plastic box. \n\n\"I've a hobby that keeps me distracted from work sometimes. Reptiles... snakes, to be precise. A passion I picked up in college,\" he said. He chuckled a little as he offered some snake food to the terrifying critter, its vibrant colors making one's blood run cold.\n\nOn noticing the detective's curiosity regarding the terrarium and the snake held within, Mack revealed, \"Ah, she's a recent purchase. A gorgeous specimen of venomous elegance,\" a peculiar gleam in Mack's eyes as he stared back at the snake, locked in an uncanny understanding.\n\nWinston's gaze wandered to the vast array of receipts adorning the studio desk, most of them marked for snake food and terrarium equipment. But nothing here attached the man to the scars on his face. Curiosity piqued he attempted to steer the conversation towards the scars.\n\nHowever, Mack's expression immediately hardened, curtly shifting the conversation to something less personal, \"That's not your concern, detective.\" It was evident then; Mack wasn’t one to let others take control of the conversation. \n\nAs the detective prepared to leave, Mack added, “I don't get out much. A lot of work crammed here, keeps me pinned down.\" His eyes darted towards a letter, one discovered amongst a pile of threatening letters. All unmistakably written in Clyde’s handwriting rightly threatening Mack’s sister. \n\n\"Ever deal with Clyde?\" Winston inquired. \"I confronted him about his threats to my sister, and that's when Clyde audaciously admitted to them,\" Mack bravely confessed. He further added that he reported the assault immediately after it happened, one he unfortunately happened to witness.\n\nSuitably intrigued, Winston respectfully excused himself with the promise of returning. He found Mack to be a complex subject, snakes, design, and all. The circumstances around Mack and his relation to Clyde evidently needed a more in-depth look.\n\nWinston rubbed his aching temples as he scrutinized the information sprawled across his desk. It had been a long day, and the recent news of Clyde's death hadn't provided any form of convenience.\n\nHe fixated his attention on his prime suspect, Taylor, the adoptive mother of the victim. Her profession as a snake specialist had always struck him as odd, especially now, in a case involving snake venom. Winston slid the calendar invite across the table. “So, you had a day scheduled with Clyde at his chalet, the day of his... incident? A whole day alone with him according to this...”\n\nTaylor nodded softly, her voice was barely above a whisper. \"Just chance... We always planned mother-son days. He loved that chalet. We spent long periods alone there, just us. But things were different that day... I was... scared.\"\n\n\"In public, Clyde wasn't any easier either. There were numerous events where he would explode in anger, catching the sight of all those around him,\" Winston said, recalling the instances of Clyde's violent outbursts that he had documented from his surveys.\n\nIn the hours Winston spent with Taylor, he noted how she seemed on edge. Her eyes darted around the room, clothing neatly arranged, concealing what he suspected might be the aftermath of several violent confrontations. His suspicion was soon confirmed when he found a stack of hospital records tucked away at Taylor’s home detailing her prior injury treatments.\n\n\"Clyde... He got angry often, and I was always the target,\" Taylor admitted when Winston confronted her with the records. \"He sometimes had violent outbursts in public too, but he was my son. I stayed. I always tried to stay safe. Most of my work is behind the glass. You know, handling snakes only under controlled circumstances. Some are venomous, yes.\"\n\n\"Was Clyde aware of the risks in dealing with venomous snakes?\" Winston pressed on, folding his hands atop the table, leaning in, looking for answers within Taylor's eyes. \n\n\"Of course,\" Taylor replied. \"I've had to explain to him before... How the venom works. Why it's dangerous. Even how it's administered if mishandled... But the fear... Clyde was terrifying.\"\n\nThrough her narrative, Winston realized how comfortable she was around venomous snakes, a fact that only heightened his suspicion. He always found such risky professions unnerving.  \n\nFurther interviews with Clyde's friends confirmed Taylor's account of his violent tendencies. In fact, Clyde had confided his plans of spending the day with his mother at the chalet only to these friends. Other than Taylor, nobody else was seen at the chalet during the time of the incident. \n\nInspecting all the data, Winston realized he'd woven together a vast yet mystifying narrative. He reassured Taylor one final time before exiting. \"Thank you Taylor, I will be in touch.\"\n\nAs he left Taylor's abode, he took one last glance at her. He noticed the fear in her eyes, and he knew, her trauma was far from over.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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