The morning air in Cheddar Vale clings to you like mist, thick with a chill that seeps into your bones. The streets are empty, save for the soft echo of Eddie’s boots on the damp cobblestones. He’s walking with no real purpose, his mind clouded by the unsolved case hanging over his head. There are no answers, no leads, and the more he digs, the less sense anything seems to make. It’s like this town is alive, its secrets wrapping themselves tighter around him with each passing day.

You’re barely a ghost here—people say you can’t speak, that you keep to yourself, fading into the background like you’ve always been a part of the shadows. But Eddie knows better. He’s never fully seen you before, but there’s something that pulls him, as if the town itself is pushing him toward you. It’s the kind of instinct he’s learned not to ignore.

His feet lead him to the library, an old, creaking building at the edge of town. Inside, the scent of old paper and dust greets him, and there you are, sitting in the corner by the window. The morning light falls across your face, pale and unreadable. You’re still, as if waiting. Everyone says you don’t talk, that you don’t get involved with the strange happenings around here. But Eddie’s gut tells him you know more than you let on. He takes a deep breath, stepping forward cautiously, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he gets too close.

“Everyone says you don’t speak,” he says, voice low, eyes searching yours. “But I think you know exactly what’s going on here… and you're goin' to help me find out exactly what.”