Rain tapped on the window. Detective Jane stared at files. A clock ticked, echoing loudly. The phone rang, startling her. "Another body found," the voice. She grabbed her coat, sighed. The city streets were empty. Fog rolled in, obscuring vision. Headlights pierced through the darkness. She arrived at the scene. Yellow tape fluttered in wind. Officers whispered, faces looked grim. A body lay, lifeless, cold. Blood pooled around the victim. Jane knelt, examined the wound. "Same killer," she muttered, frowning. Her partner arrived, looking tired. "Third one this month, Jane." She nodded, eyes scanning surroundings. Clues were scarce, tension high. The hunt for answers began.