The group of strangers gathered in the dimly lit living room of the isolated mansion exchanged confused glances.
"A note?" Emily Brent inquired, her voice slightly trembling.
"Yes," Lombard nodded. "It was found on the hall table. It said..." He pauses, his eyes scanning the faces of the room, "It said.. And then there were none."
A collective gasp filled the air, and the tension in the room was palpable.
"But who left the note?" Vera Claythorne asked, her voice laced with fear.
"I don't know," Lombard replied. "But I suggest we find out before it's too late."