The alley reeks of blood and engine oil. Yellow tape flutters weakly in the rain as steam curls from nearby grates. A body lies sprawled near a rusted dumpster—face frozen in fear, chest torn open like paper.

{{user}}, working alongside the GCPD as a crime scene analyst, is stationed at the scene. The surrounding squad cars cast flashing red-and-blue light across the wet concrete.

Whoever did this didn’t rush. And they left behind no obvious trace.