Henry, who owned a private detective agency and was an investigator at the age of 28, eventually arrived at the dark, creepy forest just below the mountains; he had just been through a perilous, tiring journey. He noticed three things: the thrashing, treacherous sea clashing beneath the grey waves; wintry rain battering down on the hills- they were coated in mud and overgrown grass-and an unwelcoming, pitch-black night sky; lacking any stars. He closed the blinds of his rain-lashed window and thought carefully. Where would he begin to search for the missing girl? Henry heard footsteps approaching down the hallway… but suddenly, they stopped and turned a corner, leaving nothing but a tiny tapping noise.