Detective Mark Novak stepped out of his classic detective's car, a black 1965 Mustang, parked on the desolate, dusty outskirts of town. He walked towards the rusted chain link fence surrounding an old, abandoned factory, once the town's pride, now a forgotten relic filled with eerie shadows. The desolate scene revealed the signature of a cold-blooded killer: a body with a gaping wound at the back of its head, sprawled on the ground, eerily illuminated by a single, flickering floodlight hanging from a worn-out warehouse roof.