When Darkness Falls, Part III
From the introduction:
It is a bright and sunny morning as you sit on the patio of the McClarty Bistro, enjoying the view south over the roofs of the city. While lingering over pastries and coffee, a small boy approaches your table, smiles up at you, and thrusts forth a message. “Message for you, Gov’nur.”
As you take the message in hand, the boy smiles, tips his cap, and vanishes down the stairs to the street.