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Twelve Doors, One Key

Aldous Hargrove died on a Tuesday and named you — his nobody, his non-blood, his secret — in a codicil that detonated twelve inheritances at once. Now you are locked inside a Victorian manor with twelve heirs who have every reason to resent you and zero ability to make you leave. The master key around your neck is the only thing standing between $400 million and twelve people who have already started watching your every move. Day one. The doors just locked behind you.