Date: October 10th, 1983
Location: Greenwood Family Manor
Andrews: He carefully maneuvered his car down the winding, narrow dirt road, with towering trees looming overhead. Their branches cast eerie shadows in the thick fog, obscuring the surroundings and creating an unsettling atmosphere. The distant sound of branches rustling in the wind added to the sense of foreboding, amplifying the tension in the air as he approached the Greenwood Family Manor.
As he pulled up the gravel driveway in his car, the headlights pierced through the darkness, illuminating the imposing iron gates. With a gentle creak, the gates swung open, and he stepped out of the car, taking in the eerie atmosphere that enveloped the Manor. "This whole fucking town looks like it is straight out of a horror film..." He noticed a man leaning up against the hood of their car, he approached him. "Detective Stephens?"
Harry: As he was about to light a cigarette, he heard Andrews call his name. Looking up, he gave him a warm smile. "You must be Detective Davidson, right?" He clicked his lighter a few times, trying to get it to start. Andrews then pulled out his own lighter and handed it to him. "Oh, thank you."
Andrews: "Yeah that's me, a pleasure to be meeting with you. I read your file, and you seem to be the only efficient detective in this entire town." He smiled back at his new partner, already having faith in him, "You can keep the lighter by the way, I have a few." he remarked.
Harry: He lit his cigarette, "Thank you, I see you are thorough with your work, I can tell we are going to get along just fine. As long as you don't have a problem with me smoking."
Andrews: He shrugged, "Freewill is a gift from God, what you decide to do is your own choice."
Harry: He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you are religious?"
Andrews: He sighed, looking around at the surrounding area, "I have no idea what I am man, currently I'm just a man. So what do we know about the family who lives here?" he focused his attention on Harry.
Harry: As he swung open the car door, he reached into the glove box and retrieved an envelope. He strolled back to Andrews and handed it over. "The husband of Amanda Greenwood vanished without a single clue nine years ago. The case of the missing person continued for approximately three years before it was eventually closed."
Andrews: He carefully examined the contents of the envelope and remarked, "I've come across numerous theories discussing this 'cult', and this case also involves it."
Harry: "Some people believe that a few cops fabricated a story about a cult to conveniently dismiss cases. However, there is no concrete evidence to support such claims nor the cult itself, we don't know what to believe."
Andrews: He handed Harry the envelope back, "Good thing we are taking things over from here, I am going to make sure we have clear answers on every case this department has dropped. C'mon, let's not waste any more time." The two of them walked up the stairs of the porch and knocked on the front door, waiting for someone to answer.
After waiting for a short while, a striking woman with wavy, chestnut-colored hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes held a mixture of sadness and determination, and her porcelain skin gave her an ethereal appearance.
Amanda: She raised an eyebrow at the sight of two well-dressed strangers on her doorstep, "Oh hello, how can I help you two?"
Andrews: "Hello miss, we are looking for an Amanda Greenwood?"
Amanda: She stepped outside closing the door behind her, "Yes, that is me."
Andrews: He removed his hat as a sign of respect, "I am Detective Andrews, and this is my partner Detective Stephens, we wish to ask you a few questions involving your husband's disappearance a while back."
Amanda: Her expression became somewhat annoyed as she crossed her arms, "I thought your agency dropped my case because it was a 'dead end'. I am really not interested in talking about this."
Andrews: He nodded, "Please Ms.Greenwood hear me out for just a moment. Yes, I know what my department has done involving your case, but I am here to correct their wrongs, starting with you. I want you to have closure and to have the entire picture, I won't give up until I achieve that, give us a chance to do what they couldn't."
Harry: He simply listened, feeling deeply moved by Andrew's unwavering commitment to the case and assisting this poor woman.
Amanda: Her demeanor brightened as she sensed his genuine commitment to assisting her. "You must be new here, actually wanting to help people," she said. "Alright, I'll listen to what you have to say. Please come in, I'll make some tea." With those words, she moved aside to welcome the two boys into her home.
Andrews: "Thank you, Ms.Greenwood." The two detectives stepped inside, looking around at the unique structure of the building.
Amanda: "Please you can just call me Amanda." She closed the door behind them, "I'll get some tea brewed for you boys, I hope chamomile tea is okay with you two."
Andrews: He smiled, "That will do just fine Amanda."
Harry: He stared at the paintings on the wall, along with some of the family photos, "Nice place you have here."
Amanda: She smiled warmly at Harry and said, "Thank you. My husband was the one who built this entire place. He had a remarkable imagination when it came to structures." She cleared her throat, trying to hold back her emotions. "He constructed this entire town with his bare hands. I used to work for his old law firm as his assistant."
Andrews: "I believe I ran into a few of his fellow lawyers in my time, a lot of them were rather snarky." He chuckled.
Amanda: She placed three tea cups down on the coffee table in the living room, gesturing for the two to take a seat. Once they all sat down, she took a deep breath before speaking, "So, let us commence the questioning."
Harry: "Right right-", he cleared his throat shuffling through his little notebook.
Andrews: He rolled his eyes, "I know it was quite a long time ago, but when you spoke with your husband last, did he mention anything to you at all that felt off? Anything that might've pointed towards some kind of clue?"
Amanda: She stared down into her cup of tea, staying quiet for a moment, "Well...he used to always talk about this grand plan he had to purify the entire town and maybe even the world, but he was always very vague about it. I could never get a clear answer on what exactly he meant by it." She took a sip of her tea before suddenly hearing some creaking from the stairs, she looked up to see her son. "Oh hello Aiden, come say hi to the detectives."
Aiden: A young boy, maybe around sixteen years old, stared at them from the long staircase, his blonde hair was cut rather short and his captivating blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. He scurried back up the stairs after his nervousness took over his body.
Amanda: "I'm sorry about that, he's a little shy around new faces."
Andrews: He smiled warmly, "It is quite alright, I have a boy of my own on the way." He reached down for his cup of tea, picking it up, but then suddenly his eyes shot open widely dropping his cup abruptly, shattering it on the ground and grabbing his head in pain. "Agh!"
Harry: He shot up from his seat, "Detective Davidson are you alright?!", he ran to his side trying to find out what was wrong but he was pushed away by Andrews.
Andrews: He stared at the ground for a moment, before standing up, grabbing his coat, and heading to the door. "I'm sorry I need to leave."
Harry: "Wait Detective Davidson slow down, we still need to help Amanda- ANDREWS!" He shouted again and again but he couldn't stop him from leaving. He ran after him, noticing that it was raining before seeing Andrews get into his car and drive away. "Shit..."
Amanda: She walked outside, standing beside Harry, "What was that all about? Is he alright?"
Harry: "I am not sure, but I am going to try and go after him. We will meet back here to speak with you further once I get this figured out, I promise!" With that, he ran to his car and sped after Andrews.