As consciousness slowly returned, a wave of dizziness washed over me, mingling with the sharp throb emanating from my head. Panic welled up within me as I realized my hands were bound, the rough ropes digging into my skin, leaving me utterly immobilized. The world seemed hazy, like a watercolour painting bleeding into reality. The air was heavy with a metallic scent, a reminder of the antique copper vase that had become an unexpected weapon, wielded by Catherine.
Fear's icy fingers gripped me even tighter as I struggled to piece together the events that had led to this nightmarish situation. Catherine's room, the murder board, and a certificate proving her computer skills, Catherine's filthy lie about Inderjit, the cleaning lady, and the antique vase.
I think I'm in a basement. The room
