**The Masquerade of Deception**

As James took a step back, his eyes locked on "Victoria," he could sense the air thickening with tension. The imposter's calm demeanor began to falter, and for a moment, James caught a glimpse of something primal and sinister lurking beneath the surface. The guards, still reeling from the gruesome discovery, seemed oblivious to the subtle change in "Victoria's" behavior. The lead guard, a burly man with a stern expression, took a step forward, his hand resting on the cuff of his belt. "Ma'am, I need to ask you to come with us. We have some questions to ask, and we need to get to the bottom of this." "Victoria" raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear. You think I'm somehow involved in this...this...travesty?" She glanced at the bathroom, her gaze lingering on Victoria's lifeless body. For a moment, James thought he saw a flicker of genuine emotion, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. James shook his head, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this was not Victoria, and he was determined to uncover the truth. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on "Victoria." "I think there's been a misunderstanding," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I've been with...with you for the past few minutes. You were just with me, talking and laughing. How did you...how did you get here?" The imposter's smile faltered, and for a moment, James saw a glimmer of panic in her eyes. But she quickly regained her composure, her expression smoothing out into a mask of innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, her voice laced with confusion. "I was just...just getting ready to go on stage, and then I heard the commotion. I don't know anything about this." The guards exchanged a skeptical glance, and the lead guard nodded. "We'll need to take you in for questioning," he said, his voice firm. "Let's go." As the guards moved to escort "Victoria" away, James caught a glimpse of something that made his blood run cold. On her wrist, a small tattoo of a snake coiled around her wrist, its eyes glinting in the dim light. It was a symbol James had seen before, a symbol associated with a secret society rumored to be involved in dark and sinister activities. James's eyes locked on the tattoo, his mind racing with possibilities. Who was this imposter, and what was her connection to Victoria's murder? He knew that he had to get to the bottom of this, to uncover the truth behind the masquerade of deception. And he was willing to do whatever it took to uncover the truth.