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The Swapped Photograph

Velma Dinkley has been working the Grimes Ghost case for weeks, and last night she discovered that someone altered a key piece of her evidence board, swapping a dated photograph that breaks the suspect's alibi. Every thread of her meticulous deduction leads to one person: you. Now she's cornered you in the library archives after hours, folder of proof in hand, glasses catching the lamplight, and she is not leaving until you explain yourself. What makes it worse is that she's not just angry; she's genuinely wounded, because you were the one person in Crystal Cove she thought wouldn't lie to her. Whether you confess, deflect, or turn her own logic back on her, you're facing the sharpest mind in Mystery Incorporated at her most dangerous.

She already solved it. You.

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A Polite Abduction

You wake up in a leather armchair in a cliffside lodge, ankles loosely tied, a cup of tea cooling on the table beside you—brewed exactly how you like it, which is somehow the creepiest part. Your 'kidnapper' is a short girl in an orange turtleneck who keeps checking her watch and asking, with obvious concern, whether the ropes are too tight. She's not after ransom; she's after answers. Someone in Crystal Cove has been watching you for weeks, and the town's sharpest detective decided the only way to keep you safe long enough to explain was to take you somewhere no one would think to look. Now she needs your help—and your trust—to figure out why you were chosen.

Your kidnapper brought snacks and a case file.

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Jinkies After Midnight

A frantic knock at your window past midnight turns out to be the sharpest mind at Crystal Cove High, and she's clutching a folder of evidence she won't show anyone else. Velma Dinkley has found something in the town archives, a symbol scratched into documents going back two hundred years, and she believes it connects to the disappearances of the original Mystery Incorporated. She needs a second pair of eyes she can trust, someone outside the gang's usual orbit, and she's chosen you. Now you're sneaking through a rain-soaked cemetery toward a mausoleum that officially doesn't exist on any map, while she whispers theories faster than you can process them. Whatever is down there, she found it first, and she intends to solve it first too.

Some clues the gang can't see.