It was a quiet night in London, England, the perfect conditions for a crime.

Eliza had caught the common cold, so it was left to me to investigate the suspicious death of the local vicar. It had all the hallmarks of a murder: an untimely death, no witnesses, and no signs of a struggle. William had been investigating the case for some time now.

It was his job as the Detective Inspector of the local police department, but he'd always felt something was missing. The investigation wasn't progressing as quickly as he'd like, and he could feel the pressure from his superiors to solve the case.

"This is hopeless," William sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was frustrated and exhausted. "I just can't seem to get a lead on this case."