<div style="text-align: justify;">OOC thread can be found <a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;p=292390#p292390">here</a>.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Los Angeles, California</span><br/><br/>The day was hot as usual, and everything seemed to be peaceful. People walking their dogs, or having ice cream, or simply talking, having meals together... the peaceful life only a Sunday could bring to a busy city. <br/><br/>Unfortunately, that Sunday was not bound to be peaceful for everyone. Each of the Groundhogs would get a small note saying simply:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Be home by 2 p.m. I have made your favorite dish. Mom.</span><br/><br/>The only thing true about the note was the time. <span style="font-style: italic">Home</span> was the meeting place they already knew - the abandoned warehouse by the docks. <span style="font-style: italic">Their favorite dish</span> was a new case. And <span style="font-style: italic">mom</span>, of course, was none other than the mysterious Mr. Silverman.<br/><br/>Through his informants here and there, he had heard a few rumors, but now they were for real. Benjamin Nuyen was dead. Nuyen was a prosperous businessman, with fingers in many different pies. Nearly every business in town had done dealings with him for some reason. His personal business enterprise, though, was a factory. The silk stockings they made were the favorite of 8 out of 10 movie stars, if their publicity was to be trusted.<br/><br/>He had only one business partner, and they both had taken the business off the ground together. His life was pretty much an open book. As much as any rich man's life can be. So... the question was pretty simple. Who had a reason - or a strong enough reason - to kill Mr. Nuyen? That would be a task for the Groundhogs. But first, of course, they needed to gather and start talking, before they could start moving.</div>