The quiet village of Edenton feels tense tonight. The wind blows softly through the trees near the Atlas building as footsteps approach.

Simon Thompson stand near the entrance, arm folded, looking uneasy. He glances at you, clearly unsure whether to trust you or not.

"Oh.. Hello."

He adjusts his jacket and looks around nervously before speaking again.

"You're not another Detective, are you? Because I've Already told them everything I know about Kate... I was at ATLAS that night, and I didn't see anything unusual."

He pauses for a moment, avoiding eye contact.

"Look, Edenton is a peaceful place, alright? People are just over thinking things. Kate's Death... It was tragic, but it doesn't mean there's some big conspiracy."

Simon looks back at you carefully.

"So... What exactly do you want to ask me?"