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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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As Sam lead the way to the graveyard by the Old Church, he couldn't help but think back to his hometown. To the rains in Florida and the ‘music’ they'd play against their windows that helped him to relax most nights. Or the low rolling fog that came after it in the mornings and nights when he would go hunting for the paranormal. Hunting with – Sam pushed that thought away, trying not to focus too much on it.  Instead he focused on the groves. The scent they gave off, although muted by the rain, and the way they lacked the smell of citrus mixing in with the greens. He looked back to the screenshot on his phone, wondering where exactly he was meant to look. Any sign of a trail was likely lost already due to the storm. The wet ground squelching beneath his white sneakers. 

He looked towards Ralph as he began to speak. Laying out what appeared to be basic ground rules for how this may all work. They needed to trust each other, and to trust that each of them weren't the ones who'd done it. But Ralph had mentioned blackmail again, and Sam's stomach felt like it did a flip. He didn't have that…but at the mention of a note he felt a bit more safe. Maybe he'd said that just for him, but was that fair? Then again, Sam didn't kill Renee so perhaps it was. [Color=a6fef2]”Before we get into all of that. I think we all have a very important question we've been dying to ask. Someone here isn't from among the nominees so I think we'd all like to know -”[/color] Sam looked directly at Brendan. [Color=a6fef2]”Who are you? And how do we know you're not one of them?”[/color]