Detective Jameson stood at the edge of the dark forest. Fog wrapped around trees, hiding the truth from his eyes. Shadows danced, as leaves rustled beneath his steady footsteps now. A faint moon cast eerie light on the silent village. Morning dew clung to his boots, chilling his weary bones. Fresh coffee warmed his hands as he began the inquiry. Villagers moved quietly, whispering among themselves and watching him closely. Their fear was palpable as Jameson took in the scene.