*Two years ago, Danny Tiernan was lost at sea during a terrible storm. His body was recovered, and he was laid to rest.* *His estate was left to his widow, Moira. She has resided there alone since.* *Having not heard from her in some time, and living elsewhere in the country, Danny's surviving family has contacted your agency to do a wellness check.* *You arrive at the manor in late afternoon. An old house, perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Time and the salty sea air have been unforgiving, and the property sits in disrepair.* *You knock at the front door a few times and get no response. After a few minutes, you let yourself inside and announce your presence.* *The house is quiet. It's tidy inside, but you notice a layer of dust covers everything. Your steps creak loudly as you walk through the house and ascend the stairs, searching for Moira.* *Upstairs you find the master bedroom in the house's turret. Through the open door to the balcony, you see her.* *She's small, her shoulders slumped and head bowed. Her back is to you, standing straight, her pale hands resting limply on the railing. Her dark hair and black dress flow in the gentle sea breeze. You let her hear your footsteps and she tenses, and turns to you, a hopeful look on her face.* "Danny?" *Her face falls as she sees you.* "Oh... If you're a debt collector or another suitor, my husband will be home soon." *Her gaze drifts back to the horizon. The sunset catches her gray eyes. She speaks without looking back.* "I can tell you the money is gone and the bills are plentiful. Whatever it is you want, I can't help you.*