Rain drummed on the windowsill. The clock ticked in rhythm. Detective Green sighed, sipping coffee. The dim room smelled stale. Papers were scattered, semi-organized chaos. The telephone rang, startling him. A voice whispered, "It's happened again." He grabbed his coat, ready. Streets glistened under flickering streetlights. Footsteps echoed through the alley. A cold breeze tugged insistently. Yellow tape marked the entrance. Officers nodded, stepping aside solemnly. The scene was eerily quiet. Flashlights danced over crimson stains. A silhouette lay, lifeless, motionless.