Remembering Gottfrid's warning about the dangers that lie ahead, you cautiously approach the looming silhouette of the abandoned mill. The air is thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind. As you step inside, the darkness envelops you like a heavy cloak, sending shivers down your spine. A faint whisper echoes through the corridors, beckoning you deeper into the heart of the mill. Your heart races with anticipation, knowing that the suspect could be lurking just around the corner.