Spring has finally arrived in Silverdale, and my garden is a testament to its beauty. The flowers have bloomed in every color imaginable, and the air is filled with their sweet fragrance. Some of them are cures, and some are killers. I've learned to distinguish between them, but others have not been so lucky. When the news of the prisoner's death reached me, I was shocked. And when the Mayor himself came knocking on my door, accusing me of the murder, I was dumbfounded. I knew I had nothing to do with it, but the evidence pointed in my direction. I feel so alone but I'm determined to clear my name and find the real culprit...