It was nearly midnight. Chelsea and Westminster Hospital was filled with people as usual. Through the hallways a short man with black hair was walking around. He was also wearing a purple coat and a blue tie. He went up to the receptionist, who looked at him curiously.
"Excuse me, I'm here to visit Hershel Layton." he said. The receptionist, a young lady in her twenties knew exactly who he was, and was skeptical to let him in.
"I promise I won't do anything bad." he pleaded. His tone was sincere. The lady decided to let him to Layton's room.
Layton had been injured by a strange creature and accidentally got shot. He was laying down on a bed, only wearing a simple hospital gown. His top hat was by the bedside and he was seemingly unconscious.
"...hello Layton. How are you?" he asked. "...its me. Don Paolo."
Layton opened his eyes slightly. He was a bit weak and hoarse, but surprised that Paolo actually was concerned.
"...are you alright?" Don Paolo asked. Layton lifted his head slightly.
"...I'm alright. I just feel feverish." He responded. His eyes now were fully open.
"Humph! Don't think I'm doing this because I care. I'm not!" he grumbled. Layton knew he was a bit hard-headed, but he decided to humor him.
"I understand." he simply said. Don Paolo looked at him.
"You look alarmed Layton." Don Paolo said, trying to avoid showing concern.
"Oh I just...had an odd dream." Layton explained. "I was some kind of monster...and well everyone feared me."
"Nye heh heh! If everyone feared you I'd say everyone is mad!" Don Paolo cackled. Layton sat up.
"Luke thinks I was bitten by a werewolf. But I doubt werewolves are real." Layton explained. Don Paolo merely rolled his eyes and handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
"I...I made you a puzzle. But it doesn't mean I care!" he said as he left.
Layton however knew the opposite.