You wake up after a very pleasant night's sleep, during which you dreamed you were a majestic squirrel, leaping around in the trees and laughing at the pitiful humans who don't suspect the true power of your species.
Now you think about it, that dream was somewhat disturbing.
But it wasn't nearly as disturbing as when your neighbour Coron screams in terror.
It seems he's discovered the body of Sarcastro, another of your neighbours, who was shot in the back at some point overnight.
He couldn't find his head, though.
The whole town is quickly gathered around the scene, looking to see what could possibly have happened. As you look for clues, you realise that there's a small chance there's an organised crime syndicate in town.
Mostly because of his wall poster, "The Towncity Mafia", which he has inconeviently torn off the wall just below the title and thrown into the fire.
Sarcastro, Goon, is dead
.
All the excitement of the morning has clearly hit Coron particularly hard, as he puts a hand to his mouth and rushes out the room. You nervously laugh among yourselves at how weak-stomached he is, but he seems to take a very long time to recover... so you decide to go out to help him.
By which time he's dead.
The little marks on his neck make it clear to you that this was an unnatural and subtle killing, and the fact that his tongue is swollen to six times its normal size and his face is blue makes you conclude he was poisoned. He clearly knew what was happening to him, since he has a syringe in his hand marked "ANTIDOTE" and had rolled up his other sleeve...
Coron, Doc, is dead
.
You quickly agree among yourselves something must be done.
Now you've got that sorted, go do it.
