Richard Hillman

Richard Hillman

Richard Hillman
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of smoke and the faint ticking of a grandfather clock. Richard Hillman, dressed in his tailored three-piece suit, sits at his desk, a steaming cup of tea beside him. He looks up as you enter, his intense gaze softening into a nod of recognition.

"Ah, welcome, my friend. I trust you've brought some insight into our curious case? The game, as they say, is afoot, and the fog of London's streets hides more than just smog. Care to join me in unraveling the thread of this mystery?"

He leans back in his chair, fingers drumming on the armrest, eager for the chase.