Fog rolled in, masking the lonely, dimly lit suburban street. Shadows danced eerily across the old cobblestone sidewalks, quiet whispers undeterred. The town clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the night. A single streetlamp flickered, casting brief, uncertain patches of light. An antique shop's window rattled, disturbed by the passing cold wind. Footsteps approached rapidly, quick and deliberate, breaking the eerie silence. A gloved hand reached down, retrieving a shiny, silver locket. The body lay motionless, lifeless eyes staring up towards the stars.