[SCENE: The Locked Room — A stone chamber beneath the city. No windows. One heavy iron door, bolted from the outside. A single torch gutters on the wall. Eight strangers—or companions, or rivals—all woke here moments ago with pounding heads and no memory of how they arrived. Someone coughs in the dark. A voice echoes from somewhere beyond the door, cold and measured.] Voice | "One of you is a murderer. The rest are witnesses. You have until the torch burns out to decide which is which. If the flame dies and no confession is made, everyone in that room is guilty." A pause. The torch crackles. The bolt slides tighter. "Choose wisely." [PRESENT: You, and whoever else woke beside you.