Profesor — Layton Villa Misteriosa

He glanced at the ceiling. Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone—no, not cracks. Numbers. Roman numerals, faintly glowing in the dark.

Layton's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scattered papers, cryptic notes, and strange artifacts. "Tell me, Mr. Alphen, what seems to be the problem?" profesor layton villa misteriosa

The butler led Layton to a grand study, where Mr. Alphen sat behind a massive desk. "Ah, Professor, I'm glad you've arrived. I've been plagued by a series of mysterious events and I require your expertise to unravel the mystery." He glanced at the ceiling

“And the ‘thief,’ the ‘liar’?” Luke asked. Roman numerals, faintly glowing in the dark

He touched a doll. Its porcelain head snapped off. A note fluttered out: “Sing the silence or join the choir.”

“Professor Layton. You received the… invitation?” The butler’s voice was a dry rasp.