# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Xochitl', 'Martin']","narrative":"In the hushed sanctity of an ancient temple, the seemingly innocuous corkscrew turns deadly, plunging Detective Winston into a maze of deceit with only two suspects - Xochitl and Martin.\n\nWith Olivia's murder still fresh, Winston found himself at the local temple, the gusty air bringing an ominous chill. Instagram photos and notes, discovered by Xochitl, declared that Olivia had intentions to seriously harm Xochitl's sister and ruin her life. Olivia's actions had extended to constant harassment, as per statements from numerous local residents. \n\nThat's when Winston set his eyes on Xochitl for the first time. A town local, known for conducting regular Tarot readings, she was known to have a strong inclination towards rituals and esoteric practices. The temple was often her stage for spiritual enlightenment, which required the uncorking of ritualistic wine bottles with a trusty corkscrew, a habit she had grown accustomed to.\n\nWinston approached her while she was meticulously packing away her Tarot cards, her dark, expressive eyes betraying a myriad of deep emotions. \"Are you always this involved in your...ritual practices?\" he asked, noting her obvious devotion. \"Yes,\" she responded, her voice barely rising above the rustling of her Tarot cards. \"It has become a part of me, something very close to my heart.\"\n\nWinston paused before asking about her trips. Xochitl's expression faltered a bit as she looked at him, then away. \"They happen now and then,\" she said calmly, swiftly changing the subject to the next upcoming spiritual gathering. Winston noted that her trips were far from listed on her nearby calendar, a fact he filed away on his internal docket.\n\nConversation shifted, and Xochitl showered her sister with affection. She shared a story of a recent conflict Olivia had with her sister, one laced with threats to ruin her life. The passion with which Xochitl narrated the story was palpable.\n\nAs Winston was exiting, he caught sight of various trinkets littered around Xochitl's space. A glance at one of the suitcase tags confirmed it had an origin from a foreign country. He recalls how the locals often gossiped about Xochitl bringing back a new trinket or souvenir from each trip she made, adding to her ever-growing collection. It was the same country that matched one of Xochitl's passport stamps -- a souvenir from her unmarked trips perhaps. The details of her travels remained shrouded in mystery, with Xochitl deftly avoiding deeper conversations about these.\n\n\"I'll speak with you soon, Xochitl,\" Winston affirmed as he left, feeling a complex web of possibilities dissecting in his mind. Curious about the tie between Xochitl, her mysterious trips, the souvenirs and the tragic murder, he was determined to peel back the layers of ambiguity surrounding this case.\n\nIn the wake of the unfortunate event at the local temple, Detective Winston flipped through the details of the victims. A familiar sense of dread had come to accompany the name of Olivia – similar to the other women whose investigations he had compiled over time, yet still distinctly unique. It spurred the creeping sensation of a suspected serial killer at large.\n\n“There’s something about this delivery guy…” he murmured, pulling a file, filled with suspicions, on Martin, a package delivery driver. Winston had previously handled several investigations related to Martin for similar incidents, but they had all gone cold. “Is it déjà vu?”\n\nHe shuffled through the documents in Martin's file. The delivery man, as per his employer’s statement, made regular visits to the temple for his deliveries, which interestingly enough, had also happened on the fateful day Olivia was found dead. Today, he was scheduled to deliver a package to none other than Olivia herself.\n\nAs Winston read further, he scratched the stubble on his chin, remembering a tidbit he had come across in one of the previous investigations. Martin had this... peculiar method of opening packages, using a corkscrew. Yes, a corkscrew of all things. And that was a part of his regular equipment, he would carry it with him every day.\n\nQuirkily, during an early afternoon surveillance encounter upon one of his visits at the temple on the very day of the murder, Martin was seen carrying his odd tool, the corkscrew.\n\n\"It's ironic, don't you think?\" One of his fellow officers had remarked dryly. \"Our potential serial killer and his corkscrew.\"\n\nWinston refrained from comment, remembering the discrepancies that had led those cases to grow cold. Several of them were left inconclusive - always touch and go - with evidence that went around in circles but never quite completed the picture.\n\nAs he went through his notes, Winston noticed another uncanny resemblance - Olivia was quite similar in appearance to the past victims; young, brunette, and striking eyes.\n\nFingers drumming against the cool, polished surface of his wooden desk, Winston reviewed Martin’s work log. It noted the driver was prescheduled enough to have him at the temple around the suspected time of Olivia’s demise that day. With furrowed brows, he made note of the temple's solitary condition during the time - not another soul around.\n\nToo many coincidences and not enough clarity. Winston sighed heavily, clicking his pen shut. The more things unravelled, the more they seemed convoluted. But he knew better than to pinpoint connections. For now, it was about gathering facts, no matter how cryptic.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

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

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