From Deputy Angelique:

Entering the British Museum’s special exhibit area Dark at first sees nothing but the museums countless number of artifacts. Sitting on a chair as he entered the room was a single guard, eyes closed, appearing to be asleep. Concerned for the man’s safety, Dark gentle shakes him in an attempt to wake the man up. The man falls forward, an ancient dagger in his back. As the man falls he drops a single tarot car – that of a fool. Dark’s remorse for not being able to save an innocent man is overcome with a feeling that he is being called the fool. Having followed the first card, he is now the fool that must carry the journey on.

Not knowing exactly which way to turn next Dark wanders down the museum’s royal court. Great attention to detail had gone into creating a true royal court for the museum’s patronage. Everything was depicted as how it should be from what was being served for the great feast to the people in attendance. There was even a jester… Jester, thought Dark, as in a comic fool. Quickening his pace, he examined the jester’s mannequin. Except, it wasn’t a mannequin at all, it was a man, not breathing, cold to the touch and who must have been dead for at least a few hours. Outraged, Dark sets the man down gently. That’s when he notices his next clue sitting on the table next to the King, another tarot card – this time the Ten of Swords.

Ten swords, ten deaths. The annihilation of an entire court. Horrified, Dark looks around at the other characters of the court noticing for the first time just how real they looked. That’s cause they are real, said the little voice in the back of Dark’s head. And they wouldn’t have had to die if you were capable enough stop the killer after the first one, if you had arrived earlier, if you had been smarter, faster. He needed to tell the investigators about this, maybe they would see something he hadn’t, there had to be something that he missed, another piece of the missing puzzle that he had yet to find. On his way out of the hall there was another tarot card on the floor. The Tower, the killer was going to the Big Ben clock tower next.

Bypassing security, Dark ran up the steps of the clock tower to reach the top; he wasn’t sure if he would find the killer, or another dead body. At the top of the clock tower stood a strikingly beautiful woman, dressed in the traditional garb of a gypsy and holding a bloodied dagger in her hand. Dark didn’t understand how such a beautiful being could have committed such crimes. Then Dark noticed that the blood on the dagger was her own, she had pulled the dagger out of her chest and was dead before he could try and help her. From her hand slipped a final card, the Wheel of Fortune. As Dark stared into the dark London night from the high tower he briefly though about ending the charade that was his life, but no that’s what the killer would have wanted. That’s what a fool would have done, the only way to prove he wasn’t was to continue and keep the tarot card murderer from striking again.