The clock ticked as you leaned back in your chair, sitting while seeing the tulips in the flowerpot placed by the windowsill. A curious detail that gave some life to the lonely and quiet house you were in. In the distance, the brief clink of the spoon against a cup could be heard from your host's kitchen.

A few days ago you'd received a promotion and had been sent to a lonely village in the countryside, which was lacking of personnel with how small it was. Still, crime existed even in such peaceful towns. Which was why you'd been assigned as detective.

One of the villagers had approached you to explain that the lady who lived in the northeast point of the town had probably committed murder against her husband a couple of years ago, to take hold of his wealth. Considering she also had elven heritage, some of the eldest villagers thought of her as a threat. Elves were well known for their unatural power, after all. Many people seemed to believe so as well, and you were pressured to at least check if everything was alright.

Mrs Robinson, or Lauren, as the file you'd made named, had let you in her house with no problems. And now you were sitting in front of her as she returned from the kitchen with a cup of tea, which she gingerly placed on the table.