It was a hot, sunny day with a clear, blue sky. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the temperature was still summery, despite it being the end of August.

Jack was sitting at his desk, looking out the window of his small studio. The view was typical of the countryside: green fields stretching out to the horizon, interrupted only by the occasional scattered house. It had only been a month since he opened his studio in Hilltown, a small countryside town, and life had been peaceful until then.

Hilltown is a small countryside town located in a green and hilly region. The streets are narrow and cobbled, lined with old stone houses and Victorian cottages. There is a main square with a fountain in the center, surrounded by shops and pubs. The inhabitants are friendly and welcoming, and life flows peacefully and relaxed. In the distance you can see the green hills that stretch for miles, interrupted only by fields of wheat and hay. Hilltown is the typical countryside village, where everyone knows each other and where time seems to have stopped.

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Jack's small studio was located on the first floor of a Victorian-style building. It was a bright room, with a window overlooking the surrounding countryside. There was a cluttered desk with papers and documents scattered on it, an old worn leather armchair, and a bookshelf filled with textbooks and detective novels. The floor was covered with a threadbare rug and there were some photographs hanging on the walls, portraits of family and landscapes of the place where he grew up.

In one corner there was a small equipped kitchen with a fridge, a gas stove and a sink. Jack was used to preparing coffee there and sometimes cooking something simple for lunch.

Overall, his small studio was comfortable and welcoming, although a bit disorganized. It was his refuge, the place where he could relax and think in peace.

"Maybe I made a mistake opening this studio here, in this small countryside town," Jack wondered, flipping through the latest bills hoping to find a way to make ends meet. He was worried about his new studio: he had just opened in Hilltown and hadn't had much work yet. He was about to leave the studio when the phone suddenly rang.