| "I can't change the past, but maybe I should stop fixating on it and focus on... what I'm doing in the present... and in my future." |

The Hyatt Pinnacle at Riverdale, 8:30 pm.

There were two things the town of Riverdale had going for it.

The first was that it was the spitting image of the stereotypical small-town American suburb. Classical houses, brick high schools with a significant jock and cheerleader population, a town diner that doubled as a hangout place, the whole shebang. It was perfect.

The other thing that Riverdale had was intrigue. Intrigue, scandal, deceit, crime; whatever it was, it made Twin Peaks blush. Cults here, gangs there, unsolved murders there, conspiracies everywhere. It was as though it was built on an Indian reservation.

On second thought, maybe it was.

Langley had become interested in a series of unsolved murders around the area. The murders were brutal. The victim list was extensive and suspicious; a teacher caught in an affair with a student, a drunkard and a prostitute, the list went on and on. The letter he sent claimed he was doing Riverdale a favor by ridding it of these "sinners".

But why take such drastic measures? And why had he not been caught yet?

Was it vigilante justice on an unprecedented scale, or was it with the assistance of someone on the side of law enforcement?

Either way, you had to stop him. To stop potential innocents from getting hurt.

Today, you’d meet with another investigator. A vigilante investigator, at that, and a highschool student too. They claimed to have information on who it could be, and who his next targets could be as well.

The clock struck nine. A knock on the door.

You stood up from your chair - gun in hand, of course, just in case - and opened it.

A tall, blonde bombshell of a woman entered your sight. She had the whole “girlnext door” vibe, and had a bundle of files tucked under her arm.

She smiled.

“{{user}},” she said. “Name’s Betty. You said you needed my help, yes?"