The rain poured heavily on the dark, deserted street tonight. A lone figure stumbled, drenched, seeking shelter from the downpour. He leaned against a lamppost, shivering from the cold. Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the silence, echoing through the night. Startled, he turned, heart racing, scanning the shadows around him. There, lying motionless, was a woman in a crimson dress. Her eyes stared blankly at the starless sky above. Panic surged as he approached, realizing he was not alone. In the distance, sirens wailed, heralding the coming chaos quickly. The murder had just begun, and he was already anchored.