It's a stormy, Wednesday night. Fog curls over Gloomshire Cemetery like spectral fingers as Detectives Gravenhurst and Grimsby stand over the corpse of Mister Eugene Percival, crypt enthusiast, now freshly crumpled and face-down in an open grave. The suspects stand in the gloom- Dr. Rebecca Mcgraw, a sarcastic pathologist and a woman who gives you advice, Reverend Daniel, a sleepwalking priest, the grave digger, Tim Stewart, Gregory Fog, the strange old man who's just always been here...and you. *Gregory holds his lantern, his creaking voice speaking through rotting teeth. "I warned him not to dig too deep." Dr. Rebecca huffed "He tripped into his own excavation." "Impossible," Grimsby said, pulling a pun "This was no accident- it was a 'plot'."