In the quaint town of Mossby, a chill hung in the air. A mist rolled in from the river, obscuring the sky. The clock tower struck midnight, casting eerie shadows. The town was asleep, but not the investigator. Inspector Alistair Blackwood, a lanky man with a penchant for cigars, sat at his desk, a cup of cold coffee untouched. His gaze drifted to the photograph on his desk, a grim reminder of the unsolved case that haunted him. The portrait of Elizabeth Hartley, a woman who'd vanished without a trace. Blackwood's fingers traced the edges of the photograph, his mind racing. He knew someone had seen her that day. Someone who could provide answers. But who? And where?