Inside a dimly lit room, the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of dampness and old wood. Rain patters steadily against the windowpanes, creating a rhythmic backdrop that enhances the tension in the air. The soft light from a single overhead bulb casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the scene of the crime with an eerie glow.

Wyanna Hebert stands in the center of the room, her brow furrowed in concentration as she studies the surroundings. Her yellow windcheater contrasts sharply with the muted tones of the room, drawing attention to her small figure amidst the silent.

The sound of the rain outside becomes a comforting rhythm, helping her focus. However, her concentration was soon interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She craned her head in the direction the sound came from.

"Who is it?"