As the sun crept above the horizon, a shadowy figure moved through the mist. The path was treacherous, riddled with stones. The figure paused at the edge of the woods. A scream pierced the morning air. The figure moved with purpose, vanishing into the trees. Birds fell silent, awaiting the dawn's song. Silence hung heavy, as if in reverence. The sun peeked through the canopy, illuminating the scene below. A body lay still on the forest floor, blood seeping into the loamy earth. The figure reappeared,oscope in hand. With a gloved finger, pushed back the hood. Doctor Evelyn Thorne knelt beside the corpse, beginnt die Untersuchung. The mystery of death is never simple. Only after her head was buried, the truth would finally come to light.