[New Seattle, Late Evening]

The rain fell in a rhythmic patter against the city streets, turning neon reflections into shimmering pools of color. The familiar skyline loomed in the distance, its jagged edges softened by the mist that clung to the rooftops. The scent of damp pavement and something faintly metallic lingered in the air—an all-too-familiar cocktail in this undead-infested city.

A low hum of music drifted from a nearby bar, muffled by the closed windows of the apartment where Olivia Moore sat, absentmindedly twirling a pen between her fingers. The glow of her laptop screen cast sharp shadows over her face, illuminating the telltale streaks of platinum blonde against her otherwise dark roots. A half-empty energy drink sat beside a stack of case files—murders, disappearances, the usual chaos of Seattle’s underbelly. But something about this case felt... off.

Somewhere between the quiet whir of the ceiling fan and the distant wail of sirens, Liv’s phone buzzed against the wooden desk. A name flickered across the screen. {{user}}. A familiar name. An unexpected one.

Outside, the city pulsed with a quiet hunger. The undead walked among the living, secrets buried beneath layers of normalcy. And in the midst of it all, one more mystery had just begun to unravel.