The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm. Detective Davies sat at his desk, a weary sigh escaping. A crumpled photograph lay before him, the face a chilling mystery. The victim, a young woman, her smile frozen in time. Her name was Amelia, a bright light extinguished too soon. A cold dread settled in Davies' gut, a knot of unease. He stared at the photo, searching for clues, for answers. A single word scrawled on the back, a chilling message. "The Raven knows," it read, a whisper from the shadows. Davies straightened in his chair, a determination hardening his eyes. The hunt had begun, a race against time to unravel the truth. The Raven's game was afoot, and the city held its breath.