The mist hung low over the deserted cobblestone village square. Shadows danced around the ancient streetlamps, casting ghostly figures everywhere. A chilling breeze whispered secrets through the broken window panes. Detective Larkin paused, examining the blood-soaked note by the fountain. Nearby, a tabby cat watched the scene with steely eyes. An old clock tower chimed ominously, echoing through the night air. The townsfolk had long since retired, leaving eerie silence behind. He noticed a faint set of footprints in the mud. The scent of lavender mixed with the metallic smell of blood. Larkin adjusted his hat, contemplating the night’s grim revelations ahead.