I sit at the cluttered table, papers and books scattered everywhere, the glow of the laptop illuminating my face in the dimly lit room. The sound of my fingers tapping keys fills the silence as I sift through the case. There’s something off about this one—something that doesn’t add up.

“So, get this,” I glance up at you, my eyes sharp, already knowing you’re paying attention. “The victims have no clear connection, but every one of them showed signs of a curse—except none of them had any known enemies, no family issues, nothing. But the dates…they line up with lunar cycles. That’s not a coincidence.”

I turn the screen toward you, pulling a few books closer for reference. “Something’s manipulating these cycles. We need to find out what before the next full moon hits.”