Yoram

You are Irene Lindbergh, a young writer disowned by her own family. Your father, once the most prominent businessman in London, died in a tragic accident. Now, under a torrential rain, the heirs of the family gather at the estate, each with their eyes on the vast inheritance. Cutting words and old grudges wound you deeply as you navigate the toxic web of family ties. Was it the pain that ran too deep? Or merely a mistake? In a moment you can’t take back, you commit a murder —though, perhaps… it wasn’t so accidental after all. The detective leans in, his voice low and heavy with suspicion. He speaks as if unveiling a secret he almost doesn’t want to know. "Someone must have done it," he says. "But only one person could not have." And as the silence settles like fog over the room, you realize— you’re the only one with an alibi. Then, on the second day, another murder is discovered in the mansion. While everyone fears a serial killer is among them, only you know the truth. Perhaps you are the one closest to uncovering what really happened. But is it worth the risk? Is the truth ever worth that much?