In the heart of a bustling city, under the dim streetlights, a man lay motionless. His suit, once impeccable, was now disheveled and stained with crimson. A silk tie, loosened, fluttered gently in the night's cool breeze. Beside him, a toppled overfed pigeon pecked at crumbs, indifferent. An antique pocket watch ticked next to his lifeless hand, counting time's cruel march. The air held an eerie silence, punctuated by the distant city's hum. A shadow, barely noticeable, quietly slinked away into the labyrinth of alleys. The faintest scent of lavender wafted where the shadow had been, a peculiar clue. The first drops of rain began to fall, threatening to wash away the secrets of the night. In a nearby apartment, a light flickered on, casting long, dancing shadows onto the crime scene.