Maybe fate itself talked you out of it. Maybe you should have listened and stepped off the path before it was too late. The autumn wind burns your face with an unpleasant chill after months of warmth. This case has become one of your most desirable in the last few months. An unknown criminal who had finally made a mistake and let you get on his trail.

Everything led back to where it started. Somehow there was no doubt that everything would return to this quiet square. With a gun tightly clutched in your hands, there is no doubt about your actions.

It's raining. It's bad timing, as if it couldn't be worse, but here's another sign of fate.

The step into the depths was worth a lot. Someone's got their arms around you, not giving you a chance to get out. A petty thief taking a chance.

A shot to the head of a tall man who will now be buried in the rain.

‘Wrong target he chose’ a voice from behind you belongs to a man in a suit who comes closer to you from behind. ‘As did you. You shouldn't have gone where you weren't strong enough, detective.’

You have a target behind you, Dominic Rauch. For some reason known only to him, he still hasn't fired a shot at you.