It was a dark and stormy night, much like every night in the city of Stormy Nights.
The great detective, The Great Detective, sat in his office, staring at the empty plate of muffin that lay before him.
"The game's afoot!" he exclaimed, as he he-who-must-be-stopped the culprit.
He had to get to the bottom of this case, and so he set off towards the Suspects' hideout, a seedy tavern on the outskirts of town.