In the quaint village of Meadowgrove, as twilight fell, the community gathered in the village square for the Annual Spring Festival. As the mayor stepped onto the stage, the townsfolk hushed, eager to hear his opening remarks. Little did they know, this was the last day of Mayor James' life. Suddenly, the mayor clutched his chest, his face contorting in pain, before collapsing onto the stage. The crowd gasped, stunned by the sudden turn of events. Medical assistance from the crowd was swift, but the mayor was already dead. In the pocket of his jacket, something sparkled – a small, intricately carved locket. The game of cat and mouse had begun.