Welcome, proprietor, to your new tearoom. You’re responsible for completing orders, handling morally questionable requests, and perhaps causing—I mean, solving—a murder or two. So please, come inside and meet the odd and macabre customers you’ll be serving. They’re dying to meet you…
It all begins when you receive a letter from a distant aunt informing you of your inheritance of her tearoom... My Dear Distant Relation, If you are reading this, I am dead. The ownership of my tearoom is now transferred to you. As the new proprietor, you are responsible for tending to your customers’ needs. Sometimes that might be a strawberry vanilla tartlet with a cup of lavender Earl Grey tea. Other times, they might need something more… Your customers rely on you to achieve their goals, keep their secrets, satisfy their cravings. Of course, who and how you help is up to your discretion, but do be careful… Every decision you make isn’t without consequences Sincerely, Your Equally Distant Most Likely Murdered Aunt P.S. Yes, it is most likely I was murdered by someone in the town. I suspect you may befall a similar fate, lest you can discover my murderer by Hallowe’en.