Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

In the dimly lit breakroom, a sense of unease hung in the air as Caleb, fueled by a determination to unravel the mystery surrounding Rose's death, gathered the maids for a crucial conversation.

"Alright, everyone, we need to figure out what happened. I need to know where each of you was when Rose died and what you were doing," Caleb stated, his tone serious.

Maria, one of the senior maids, spoke up first. "I was in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for dinner. Rose was helping me, and then she said she needed something from her room."

Caleb nodded, his focus shifting to the next maid. "And you?"

"I was on the second floor, cleaning the bedrooms," answered Emily, a young maid with a meticulous demeanor.

The conversation continued as each maid shared their alibi, providing a detailed account of their activities leading up to Rose's death. The room buzzed with their voices, creating a mosaic of timelines and actions.

As Caleb processed the information, his gaze fell on Rihanna, a maid known for her erratic behavior. "Rihanna, where were you at that time?" he inquired.

Rihanna hesitated before responding, "I was on the first floor, organizing the supplies."

Caleb raised an eyebrow. According to the schedule, Rihanna should have been on the second floor during that period. He had observed her deviation from the assigned tasks before but never questioned it until now.

"Rihanna, your schedule says you should be on the second floor at that time. Why were you on the first floor?" Caleb probed, his suspicion evident.

Rihanna stumbled over her words, attempting to provide an explanation. "I... I thought I heard something fall in the supply room, so I went to check."

Caleb's scrutiny intensified. The maids exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the tension in the room.

"I find it strange, Rihanna. You've been deviating from your schedule often lately, and now it coincides with Rose's death," Caleb remarked, his voice firm.

The room fell silent as Caleb's suspicion lingered in the air. The maids, caught in the midst of this conversation, couldn't escape the growing sense of intrigue and uncertainty.

...

In the confined space of the breakroom, tension thickened as the maids awaited Rihanna's revelation. Caleb, with a keen focus on psychological aspects, observed the subtle shifts in expressions, noting the anxious glances and nervous twitches.

Rihanna, her eyes betraying a mix of fear and uncertainty, finally spoke. "I did hear something in the supply room. When I inched closer and perked my ears, I heard two maids talking about despising Rose."

A hushed murmur swept through the room as every maid absorbed this unexpected revelation. Caleb, sensing the psychological undercurrents, noticed Rihanna's hesitation before she continued, "One of them hates me to the guts, and the other one is jealous of Rose."

Caleb's analytical mind went into overdrive. "Do you recognize these voices, Rihanna?"

She hesitated, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I couldn't distinguish them. The wall muffled the sound, and they were speaking in hushed tones. It was like a whisper, and I couldn't catch who they were."

An uneasy silence settled in the room. The maids exchanged glances, suspicion weaving through their collective consciousness. The psychological impact of this revelation heightened the atmosphere.

"Why would they kill Rose?" one maid muttered, voicing the question that lingered in everyone's mind.

Doubt seeped into the room like a subtle poison. Maids who had worked side by side for years now eyed each other with uncertainty. The psychological intricacies of their relationships unraveled as suspicion cast shadows on their camaraderie.

Caleb, recognizing the need for order, interjected, "Calm the fuck down. Accusations won't get us anywhere. We need to approach this logically. Rihanna, try to recall any distinctive details about those voices. We need to identify those maids."

Rihanna nodded, attempting to sift through her memory. The maids, grappling with the sudden shift in dynamics, exchanged wary glances. The psychological impact of distrust lingered like a phantom in the room.

Caleb, with a calm yet authoritative tone, continued, "We'll figure this out. Let's gather information systematically and not let paranoia cloud our judgment. Rose deserves justice, and we're going to find the truth."

...

Rihanna found herself under scrutiny, accused of harboring dislike towards Rose. Maria, a longtime companion, voiced the suspicion. "I've seen the way you look at Rose, Rihanna. Don't act innocent."

Rihanna, her eyes wide with disbelief, vehemently denied the accusation. "That's ridiculous! I would never harm Rose. She was my friend!"

Katarina, known for her striking beauty, faced the next accusation. "You were jealous of Rose's beauty, weren't you? Admit it!" Emily accused, her tone accusatory.

Katarina, indignant, retorted, "Jealousy? I had no reason to be jealous. Rose and I were friends, and I admired her beauty just like everyone else."

Mica, who had been silent until now, chose this moment to speak. "You all are missing the point. Rose was messing around with Rihanna's boyfriend. That's a motive right there!"

The room tensed, the revelation hanging heavy in the air. Rihanna shot a glare at Mica. "That's a damn lie! Rose would never do that to me, and you know it."

Each maid vehemently denied the accusations thrown their way, their voices blending into a cacophony of frustration and defensiveness. The atmosphere, thick with distrust, mirrored the tangled web of emotions and secrets that now entwined their relationships.
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Caleb, frustrated with the chaos, slammed his hands on the table. "Enough! This bickering won't get us anywhere. We need facts, not baseless accusations. If we're going to find the truth, we need to work together."

Despite Caleb's plea, the maids continued to exchange heated words, each defending their innocence while pointing fingers at others. The breakroom, once a sanctuary, transformed into a battleground of conflicting narratives.

Feeling the weight of their obstinacy, Caleb excused himself from the room, needing a moment to gather his thoughts and devise a new approach.

'Damned maids!'

As Caleb stepped out, the room descended into a tense silence. The maids, left to grapple with their suspicions and accusations.