Your good friend Jackson Elias calls for your help with a telegram scarce on details. Something about the ill-fated Carlyle Expedition of 1920, where everyone ended up dead. He said he's found something. You arrive at his hotel room and knock on the door, but get no response. The door is ajar. You push it open and see a man in a dark suit standing there.
"I'm here to help you," says the stranger. "You're not going to believe what I've found."
He leads you into an empty office and closes the door behind him.
You say "Where's Jackson Elias?"
"Jackson? What happened to him?"