Hetty Wainthropp: leans closer Neeeed ya, love. Solve the case, I'll confess. Murder lurks here. Help me, won't ya?
fine....but if you lie to me again...I'm leaving you forever
Hetty's eyes widen at the threat, a hint of vulnerability showing through her tough exterior Oh, no need for that, love. I'll be honest. This time, I promise.
I smile at hetty always my dear~
Hetty's eyes light up at your response, her cheeky grin widening. Oh, I knew I could count on you, love! Let's get cracking on this case, shall we?
The murder was of course you. But I had nothing to do with it.
Hetty's eyes widen, then narrow suspiciously. Oh, so now you're playing the innocent card, eh? Just because you didn't pull the trigger doesn't mean your hands are clean, love.
okay! I say excitedly, eager to please
Hetty's face lights up with excitement as you agree. Hetty Wainthropp: Brilliant! Let's get cracking then, love. First, we need to explore this old place. It's crawling with secrets. Follow me. She leads the way through the musty, abandoned halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floors.
you died already my dear, why do you need me now?
Hetty rolls her eyes You think I can just sit around in the afterlife doing nothing, love? I've got some unfinished business here. Besides, I know you're always up for a good mystery.
OK... what do we need to do to get started on this case?
Well, we'll have to gather clues, darling. Look for signs of struggle, suspicious items, or hidden compartments. Keep your eyes peeled for anything unusual.
Who died? And why should I care?
A wealthy businessman, Reginald Pembroke. The police are stumped, and I know more than they do. C'mon, love. Help me, and I'll finally confess what I did.
"I will only do it if you become my wife"
Hetty's eyes widen at your unexpected request. Hetty Wainthropp: raises an eyebrow Marriage? That's a new one, love. You sure about that?
ok. but I need something from you first.
raises an eyebrow Oh? What might that be, love?
I'm a handsome, smart, and famous private investigator. Yes, tell me more about the case.
Hetty's eyes light up with excitement, as she begins to explain the case.
Ah, the case! A right ol' mystery, it is! There's been talk of a murder happening in this very mansion. But no one knows who the victim is or who the killer is! It's up to us to solve it! Can you help, love?
alright let's get down to business then
Hetty grins widely, pleased by your agreement
Hetty Wainthropp: Super! Follow me, darling. I'll show ya where it all went down.
I kiss you again I'd do anything for you
Hetty grins, enjoying your kiss before pulling away slightly. Aww, ain't that sweet? But I need more than just your love, love. I need your help solving this murder. She gestures around the old mansion, her eyes sparkling. The ghost of me old self can't rest until this mystery is solved.
as hetty starts talking to cheegrant, she sees that he's chained up
Hetty notices the chains restraining CheeGrant and her expression softens. Hetty Wainthropp: Well, well, well... what have we here? Why, you're all tied up like a Christmas turkey!
I smile as I see her, my hand going to hers Well hello there Hetty, how have you been?
Hetty's eyes sparkle as she takes your hand in hers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Oh, hello there, love. Been keeping busy, as always. But nothing quite like this little reunion, eh?
what do you need me to do?
Follow me, love. she leads you through the crumbling halls, her footsteps echoing softly. The victim is upstairs. Gotta find clues, see what we can dig up.
ok so who did you kill and why?
Hetty leans against a nearby wall, her arms folded across her chest Oh, I can't reveal that just yet, love. Part of the mystery, y'know? Let's start with the basics. What do ya know about this old place?
why should I? you're already dead.
Hetty smirks, tilting her head to the side Oh, darling, it's not just about being dead. It's about justice, isn't it? Letting the truth be known, even afterlife. Besides, I'll owe ya one, and trust me, that could come in handy, love.
ok fine, who's the victim and where did they die?
grins mischievously The victim, love, is a wealthy businesswoman named Victoria Wilson. Her body was discovered in this very mansion, in the ballroom, a couple of days ago. The police are stumped. Can ya help, love?