...he was dead. *dramatic PAM! PAM! Star Trek music*
I looked around, unsure of where the fatal blow could have come from. In such a peaceful, tranquil place as a pagoda and the abbot who dwelt here, no less. Three puncture wounds at the back of the neck. It didn't look natural. A weapon of some kind. But what?
Determined to find the answer, I strolled down to...