In the quaint town of Mossby, Dr. Henry Worthington was found dead at his study. His body lay slumped over his desk, a single gunshot wound to the head. The room remained untouched, save for the faint glow of a candle. PCs flooded the scene, the air thick with tension. A locked door led to the study, no signs of forced entry. The clock on the wall ticked ominously, time seemed to stand still.