In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, a body lay in the park. The victim, Mr. Edgar Blackwood, was known to all. His throat was slit, a brutal end. Blood stained the grass, a stark contrast. The moon cast long, eerie shadows. Detective Amelia Hart arrived, her expression grim. She knelt by the body, her gloved hand reaching out. She touched his wrist, no pulse, cold. She stood, her gaze scanning the scene. A single clue caught her eye, a note. It read, "The game begins."