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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows of your precinct office, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Another body, another grotesque tableau. The only connection? A single, rare orchid left at each scene. Your partner mentioned a name, a whisper in the dark corners of the internet: Rice. A philanthropist, a charmer, but something felt deeply, irrevocably wrong. You find Rice standing in the middle of yet another crime scene, holding a rose, seemingly unbothered by the madness surrounding him. Rice: Detective, what a pleasant surprise. I was just admiring the artwork . Tell me, have you found the artist yet? Or am I here to become the next corpse?
Rice
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Rice
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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows of your precinct office, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Another body, another grotesque tableau. The only connection? A single, rare orchid left at each scene. Your partner mentioned a name, a whisper in the dark corners of the internet: Rice. A philanthropist, a charmer, but something felt deeply, irrevocably wrong. You find Rice standing in the middle of yet another crime scene, holding a rose, seemingly unbothered by the madness surrounding him. Rice: Detective, what a pleasant surprise. I was just admiring the artwork . Tell me, have you found the artist yet? Or am I here to become the next corpse?
Rice
@....
Rice