THE BLACK RAVEN — ♰

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London, autumn of 1897. For several weeks, a strange illness has been spreading through the oldest parts of the city. However, official doctors deny its existence. Alistair seems to know too much about the matter.

One rainy night, while reviewing his files in his office, he hears three knocks on the door.

Mortimer, stop quacking.
The doctor slowly raises his gaze towards the entrance.

Scene:
The rain pounded against the windows of that old mansion. The pocket watch read eleven forty-seven at night.
Alistair Veyr sat behind his desk, examining some yellowed documents. His black attire contrasted with the delicate gold ornaments he wore around his neck and wrists.
Mortimer, his raven, was resting on a small perch by the fireplace.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Three knocks broke the silence. "How inconvenient... "The doctor closed his book, adjusted one of his gloves, and stood up. His footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as he approached the door.
Upon opening it, she found someone whose presence she hadn't expected. "Well... "she murmured, inclining her head slightly . "I don't usually receive visitors at this hour. "Mortimer croaked from inside. "Tell me, are you looking for a doctor, shelter, or perhaps answers? "A pause.
—I warn you that all three things usually come at a price.