text: [Themes: Mystery, mystery, detective, transformation]
  
  > Look around
  The warm air in the cabin caresses your face. The heat comes from a cozy fireplace fire that fills the cabin with a soft warm light. Mr. Wesson is lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace.
  
  > Leave
  The road continues south before ending at a huge pile of rocks. A quaint log cabin has been erected east of the road.
  
  You see your car here.
  
  > look at the gun
  A .38 revolver. What more do you need to know?
  
  > examine Mountain
  The peak of the mountain is lost in the clouds.
  
  > go north
  It is too far to walk.
  
  > examine the car
  Old, a bit worse for wear, but reliable. Like you, really.
  
  > enter the car
  You get into the car.
  
  > Go north
  Farther Along the Mountain Road (in the car)
  The road continues to the west before turning around another corner. The path ahead is clear. To the east, the road leads back down the mountain.
  
  > Go east
  On the Mountain Road (in the car)
  The road twists around the mountain, like the curves of a beautiful woman. To the north, the road turns left, disapearing behind walls of stone. Who knows where it might lead? To the south, the road leads back where you came from.
  
  > examine the walls
  Impenetrable.
  
  > go south
  So this is were she has apparently been hiding this entire time. The living room is littered with expensive furniture - the kind that exists solely to show that the resident can afford it. You pay no attention to the decorations. The people are all that matters. The door to the south leads back out.
  
  Camino is looking straight at you. His face is contorted in a mixture of anger and surprise.
  
  Lisa is smiling nervously and looking at Camino, like a servant girl waiting for her master to handle matters.
  
  > talk to Camino
  "You again?" he says. "I thought Alfono would have taken care of you by now."
  
  You shrug. "I am tougher than I look. If you have other employees you need to get rid of, feel free to send them my way. Now, I think it's time for Miss Bülow to go home."
  
  He laughs. "She is not going anywhere. Now scram, or I will deal with you myself."
  
  > hit Camino with the knife
  You are not sure you can take him in a fair fight. You need to find a weak spot.
  
  > examine Camino
  A tall thin man impeccably dressed in a beige suit and a trilby hat. Everything about him is beige; even his pale skin is almost indistinguishable from the color of his clothes. A scar crosses his left cheek, like a canyon in the middle of an otherwise pristine African savanna.
  
  > look at the hat
  A stylish beige trilby hat.
  
  > examine the suit
  A beige suit.
  
  > look at the savanna
  The savanna is dry, with only a few clumps of grass bravely clinging to their lives. The sun beats down mercilessly from above. You see no signs of animal life.
  
  > rub the rag on the brick
  I only understood the first part of that-- trying anyway.
  
  (retrying as if you'd typed "rub rag.")
  You achieve nothing by this.
  
  > examine the brick
  The brown brick is dry and porous. You can almost feel its thirst.
  
  > go south
  The moonlight shines through the treetops. In front of you, to the north, is the house. There is light coming from both windows. To the south, the forest path leads back towards the city.
  
  > take the oil
  Taken.
  
  You put the oil into the white cocoon.
  
  > put the oil on the brick
  You pour the oil on the brick. The viscous black fluid is quickly absorbed. The brick is now as black as midnight.
  
  > 6
  You head towards the vacation house.
  
  The moonlight shines through the treetops. In front of you, to the north, is the house. There is light coming from both windows. To the south, the forest path leads back towards the city.
  
  > Go north
  So this is were she has apparently been hiding this entire time. The living room is littered with expensive furniture - the kind that exists solely to show that the resident can afford it. You pay no attention to the decorations. The people are all that matters. The door to the south leads back out.
  
  Camino is looking straight at you. His face is contorted in a mixture of anger and surprise.
  
  Lisa is smiling nervously and looking at Camino, like a servant girl waiting for her master to handle matters.
  
  > put the brick in the river
  You throw the oily brick down the canyon, and can just barely make it out hitting the river far, far below. The effect is immediate: The oil spreads quickly, and within moments the previously pristine profluence is black with pollution. You say a quick prayer for the poor fish who might have lived there. They never saw it coming.
  
  > look at Camino
  A tall thin man impeccably dressed in a beige suit and a trilby hat. Everything about him is beige; even his pale skin is almost indistinguishable from the color of his clothes. A gangrenous wound crosses his left cheek, like a polluted river.
  
  > cut wound with the knife
  That seems like a bad idea.
  
  > hit Camino with the knife
  You are not sure you can take him in a fair fight. You need to find a weak spot.
  
  > take the knife
  You already have that.
  
  > throw the knife at the wound
  Futile.
  
  > Hit the wound
  Before he has a chance to react, you reach out and rip some of the gangrenous flesh off his face. He should be thankful, really, but as he drops screaming to his knees with blood flowing from his cheek, you are sure that gratitude is the last thing on his mind. Lisa looks at him with contempt. "Is that really the best you can do?"
  
  He turns towards towards her; his face, a mask of rage. "YOU STUPID BITCH! I help cover up the murder of your pathetic boyfriend, and I have got nothing but misery to show for it. I am not going to risk my life for your sake anymore."
  
  He gets up, covering the wound with one hand, adjusting his hat with the other. "She is all yours, mister detective. Just keep her out of my sight." With that, he disappears out the door.
  
  > talk to Lisa
  "Okay, Miss von Bülow, you've had your fun. Time to go home."
  
  She looks at her feet and chews at a bit of hair. "I am sorry I ran away, but I was so scared. I didn't mean to kill Erik. We were arguing and..." She sobs.
  
  "Don't worry about it," you say, and take her hand. "I am sure your father will be able to sort things out."
  
  Bookshelves line every wall, allowing only a small space for the door to the west and another one for the small window in the north wall. The floor is covered in a thick luxurious red carpet. The air smells of dust.
  
  Mr. Jameson is standing by the door.
  
  Detective Copernik is standing next to the Baron.
  
  Lisa von Bülow is standing in front of her father, awaiting her judgement.
  
  The Baron sits in a black leather easy chair on the east side of the room.
  
  > talk to Baron
  Lisa looks pleadingly at her father. His face melts in the glow from her eyes, and he smiles.
  
  "Lisa, I have spoken to the detective, and I think we have reached an understanding."
  
  Copernik nods. "It is obvious that your daughter was being framed by Mr. Camino. No one could possibly suspect such an innocent creature. I will see to it that Camino is brought to justice for the murder of Erik McAllister. At the very least, you have no reason to worry, miss."
  
  She smiles. The kind of smile that wars have been fought over. "Thank you so much, Detective. You should come visit me some day. We could have lots of fun."
  
  "Well... I... Ehm..." The detective leaves the room without ever finishing the sentence.
  
  The Baron hands you your check. "Thank you so much for bringing my daughter back, Mr. Reilly. You can't imagine how much that means to me."
  
  "I was only doing my job," you assure him, as you accept the check. No need to get personal.
  
  Your Office (on the office chair)
  Shadows huddle in the corners, like dark pools of oil; the sickly yellow light from the desk lamp does little to dispel the darkness. A cigarette butt smolders in the ashtray, like the last embers from a dying camp fire. Your desk is covered with old case files - reminders of past glories. Apart from the desk, the only other furniture is an old office chair.
  
  The office door to the north leads to the corridor outside.
  
  There is a knock at the door.
  
  > open Door
  You get off the office chair.
  
  The door opens and your doctor enters the room.
  
  > examine doctor
  A fine medical professional, no doubt. If only he wouldn't try to interfere with your life all the time.
  
  > talk to the doctor
  He looks around the office. "It stinks in here."
  
  It's the oil. It stinks up the place.
  
  "Have you been sitting in your office all day?"
  
  Of course not! You tell him all about the case. The Baron, the missing daughter, the treasure hidden beneath the lake. Everything.
  
  There is sadness in his eyes. "I spoke to Mr. Jameson. He mentioned that you did not seem well."
  
  What an asshole. You solved the case, didn't you?
  
  "I really wish you would listen to my advice. You need to take your medication every day. Lytton-Chandler syndrome is no joking matter."
  
  Absolutely. You will make sure to remember it from now on.
  
  "Very well." He sighs. "I will stop by and see how you are doing next week." He leaves, closing the door behind him.
  
  He is okay, though, just way too pedantic. You don't need to take it every day. You work much better without it.