Hey there, story lovers! If you haven't watched the video yet, check it out above! The sun hung low over Vallauris, casting a warm golden hue across the bustling festival grounds. The air was thick with the earthy scent of wet clay, mingling with the sweet aroma of baked goods from nearby stalls. Elise, a curious sixteen-year-old with curly brown hair, stood outside the potter's studio, her bright green eyes scanning the scene. The annual Harvest Festival was just days away, and excitement buzzed like the hum of bees. But how did this picturesque setting turn into a scene of tragedy? Who could have imagined the potter's death would be the first domino in a chain of events? Who do you think was behind it?