# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Priscilla', 'Xenia']","narrative":"In the tranquil sphere of the temple, Charlotte's demise by barbed wire disrupts the serenity, drawing Detective Winston into a puzzling web woven by suspects Priscilla and Xenia.\n\n\nWinston unfolded the clipped newspaper announcement of Charlotte's upcoming wedding. He scanned the quaint details, turning each over in his mind. The setting was a temple, a peculiar choice within their community. Unique also, was the choice of Xenia as the wedding planner. A woman known for her fastidiousness and deft hands in crafting seamless events. \n\nIn a recent chat with Charlotte before her wedding, she mentioned a peculiar detail regarding a certain secret she was advised by Xenia to keep hidden - her past relationship with Xenia's current partner. It was a secret she was planning to unveil at the altar, a revelation that would surely raise a few eyebrows, with Xenia no longer being the lone keeper of it.\n\n\"Ms. Xenia, I presume?\" Winston asked, entering the wedding planner's office. \n\n\"Yes. How can I aid you detective?\" Xenia responded, with a slight surprise in her eyes.\n\n\"I wanted to talk about Charlotte's wedding... a ceremony that was slated to occur at the exact minute of her murder. Noticed anything unusual around those days?” Winston queried.\n\nXenia hesitated, her expression wavering. It was clear that the jab about Charlotte's intention to confess the past, which involved Xenia's significant other, had struck a nerve. The anger simmering in Xenia's eyes was volatile and intense, enough to make anyone uncomfortable.\n\nAs they conversed, Winston's attention drifted to an office closet, slightly ajar. A suitcase peeked from within, stuffed with neatly folded clothes, almost as though it was constantly ready for a trip. His colleagues had often mentioned seeing this suitcase during their routine meetings with Xenia.\n\n\"Ever much of a traveler, Xenia?\" Winston asked casually. \n\nShe seemed taken aback by his question. \"Sometimes... it's part of the job. Last minute trips for a desired decoration, or perhaps to get a gift. Weekend trips and all.\"\n\n\"That your suitcase in the closet, always packed and ready?\" Winston nodded towards it. Xenia followed his gaze toward the suitcase, then back at him. \"Yes, why?\" \n\n\"No reason,\" Winston shrugged. \"It’s just that colleagues have mentioned spotting you with your luggage at the airport, and at the train station buying tickets – during work hours.\"\n\n\"Yeah, like I said, travelling becomes part of the job sometimes,” countered Xenia, smoothly.\n\nThroughout their conversation about wedding preparations, Xenia specified that she was responsible for every minute detail – setting up and breaking down the décor, liaising with the temple people, overseeing every aspect of the event. She emphasized that her duties required her presence before, during, and after the ceremony. Winston mentally jotted this down, noticing how neatly these timings coincided with those of Charlotte's unfortunate fate.\n\nWinston rose to depart, conveying his gratitude, \"Thanks for your time.\"\n\n\"Of course, anything to help,\" Xenia replied softly. “Charlotte's passing is shocking, but remember, we rely on trust and reputation in our business. It's all we have. Charlotte's confession could have marred that.\"\n\nDetective Winston sifted through the papers littering his desk. Crime scene photos mixed with witness statements and information on both the victim, Charlotte, and the potential suspect, Priscilla. Winston ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.\n\nEyewitness accounts placed Priscilla at the temple on the day of the crime. The same temple where Charlotte was found, her life taken by barbed wire. Winston's gaze drifted towards some photos of the hiking trails Priscilla was known to frequent. The trails, all too often, wound their way past the same temple where Charlotte met her end.\n\nPushing the papers around, Winston found a report from the local police. Priscilla's involvement with certain gang activities was far from a well-kept secret. The faded gang tattoos on Priscilla's skin were testament to her affiliation. Charlotte, on the other hand, was part of a rival gang, a fact anyone could see from the tags she left behind. \n\nPhotos from the trails Priscilla often hiked showed a significant amount of barbed wire fencing. Winston mused, barbed wire was indeed common along these trails - so much so that Priscilla had even learned to utilize items like it in her own survival knowledge on these hiking expeditions. \n\nA picture of Priscilla hiking caught Winston's attention. He noted the pair of wire snips she carried. Those would be potentially useful in dealing with the surplus of barbed wire on her usual trails. He also noted the rough timeline on the police report. Charlotte's time of death matched up too neatly with the time witnesses had spotted Priscilla at the temple that day.\n\n\"Interesting, isn't it?\" Winston muttered to himself, mulling over the facts at hand. Pushing his chair back, he decided it was time to ask Priscilla some questions. He was determined to learn the truth, one piece of evidence at a time.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

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

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