Detective Jameson stood at the edge of the dark forest. A faint mist swirled around his worn leather boots slowly. The trees loomed above, their branches creaking in unison loudly. A chill ran down his spine, a sense of foreboding. A figure in the distance, a body, motionless and pale. The sound of birds chirping, a stark contrast to death. The air was heavy, a sense of silence and stillness. A sheet of paper near the body, a cryptic message. The words "you should have looked" were scrawled in red. A sense of urgency, a need to solve the case.