The silver clasp of the ebony coat dangled uselessly from her cold, unresponsive fingers in the alleyway. Police Chief August Bank wanted to believe murder wasn't a part of his beat, but this looked different. A sharp piece of glass reflected the dim street lights as the city buzzed with social activities nearby. He lifted her limp arm and examined the wound but little was left to be determined. August sighed, no doubt more questions would be added to the list for him later. His small notebook and pen would not be enough preparation for what he would soon discover.