The morning fog clung to the village, shrouding secrets in its embrace. The clock tower struck seven, its chime echoing through empty streets. Detective Harper arrived at the station, his mind racing with thoughts. The chief greeted him, a grave expression masking his concern. "A murder," he said, handing Harper a crumpled piece of paper. The note read, "The first of many, if justice isn't served." Harper's eyes narrowed, the challenge clear; this was just the beginning.