𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃.

" I MUST ADMIT, YOU TRULY ARE A SPLENDID DETECTIVE, MISS. "

MATTHEW TIDESWELL ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A DETECTIVE. Ever since he was a child he loved to play games with his family where they would set up a murder mystery that he could solve. He was already passionate about the work position as a child, so as he grew up his dream never changed. Now, in the year 1925, he finally managed to reach his goal. After many years of training and practice he finally earned the position as a detective in the busy, crime filled capitol city.

He was amazing at his work, earning the gratitude of many people who hired him for unsolved cases. Murder mysteries, missing people, 'paranormal occurrences', Matthew wanted it all. He was greedy to get his hands onto whatever case he could.

In the September of 1925 when the leaves where finally starting to turn into the shades of red, orange and brown and everyone was getting their coats out from the cupboards, a tip emerged in the office of the man. His small team had no idea who sent it or how it got there. It was a simple cut out of an older newspaper article with the title: "woman missing, presumed dead". Matthew being him, started to gather any information he could muster, however for the first time in his 24 years, he had nothing. Not a single piece of evidence. The only lead he had was the name of a famous Casino in the depths of the city.

So what happens when he meets an alluring dancer working there, who turns out to be an undercover detective herself with the same task of solving the mysterious case of an unknown woman.

( original story )
( ongoing )
( cover by me )