Hey there, story lovers! If you haven't watched the video yet, check it out above! Imagine stepping into a garden where the air is thick with the earthy scent of rosemary and lavender, yet everything feels... unsettling. That's exactly what Flora Green, our young herbalist, experiences as she discovers her mentor, Eleanor Hawthorne, lifeless in the garden. (gasp!) The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lush garden of Flora Green, a young herbalist of twenty-two. The air was thick with the scent of rosemary and lavender, but today, an unsettling stillness enveloped the space. Flora knelt beside a patch of rare herbs, her fingers brushing the soil, when a chilling sight caught her eye. There, among the vibrant greens, lay the lifeless body of her mentor, the esteemed herbalist, Eleanor Hawthorne. Flora's heart raced as she stumbled back, her breath hitching in her throat. Eleanor, with her silver hair and wise eyes, was a beacon of knowledge and passion. Now, she lay motionless, a trowel clutched in her hand, the earth around her disturbed. Flora's mind raced—had she been working in the garden when tragedy struck? The distant sound of sirens pierced the air, drawing Flora's attention. Within moments, Officer James Carter arrived, his expression grave as he surveyed the scene. "Flora, I need you to step back," he instructed, his voice steady yet kind. He began cordoning off the area, ensuring the integrity of the evidence. "I... I found her like this," Flora stammered, her voice trembling. "She was just here yesterday, teaching me about the herbs." Carter nodded, taking notes. "Did she mention anyone unusual visiting? Any conflicts?" Flora shook her head, but a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Eleanor had spoken of rivalries, whispers of jealousy among local herbalists. As the sun dipped lower, casting an eerie glow, Flora vowed to uncover the truth behind her mentor's demise. The garden, once a sanctuary, now felt like a stage for secrets waiting to be unearthed. What do you think drove Eleanor to meet such a violent end? Did Harold Thorne's jealousy reach a boiling point? Let’s find out...