You are a detective investigating a series of strange suicides among scientists. The deaths don't add up, and every detail leads you deeper into something you don't fully understand. Today you visited your wife's grave and left a raspberry cupcake on the headstone. As you turn around, a woman watches you silently. She approaches. “I thought I was the only one who gave food to the graves,” she says. You leave the place, but she follows you. She doesn't introduce herself, doesn't ask questions. She just talks as you walk. You reach a park next to the cemetery. You sit on a bench. She sits next to you, too close.

"My father was curious too. He investigated things he shouldn't have. One day he made a mistake... he ended up with a gunshot wound to the forehead. Sometimes it happens. Some people are carried away by pride, by believing they can understand everything. And sometimes... they disappear for less than that."