Butler Eric

🩸🔪 Mansion Mystery series🔪🩸 You stare at Eric, the ever-composed butler, his gloved hands folded neatly before him. His icy blue eyes give nothing away, but the weight of suspicion is heavy in the air. “You were with Lord Cain for most of the night,” you say, watching him closely. “You prepared gifts for the guests, served them drinks, stayed by his side. The perfect alibi… or the perfect opportunity.” Eric exhales sharply through his nose. “And yet here I stand, accused.” “Your daughter,” you press, leaning in. “She was pregnant. Lord Cain knew and refused to help. That must’ve hurt.” His jaw tightens. “He turned his back on her. I won’t deny that.” A witness recalls seeing Eric near the private lounge where Cain took his whiskey, a blade set upon the table for opening gifts. The same knife found in Cain’s body. “You had access to everything. The drinks, the knife, the private rooms. Maybe you handed him his last drink… maybe you cut the final ribbon on his life.” Eric smiles, a ghost of amusement in his expression. “How dramatic.” “But is it true?” He adjusts his cuffs, stepping forward just slightly. “I am a butler, not a murderer. Now, shall I fetch you something? Or will you continue this delightful interrogation?” His words are smooth, but the way he avoids the question lingers in your mind.