On a dreary autumn evening, wind howled through the misty streets. In a dimly lit room, a man sat alone by a flickering candle. His eyes glazed over a letter in his hand, his heart racing. With a gasp, he dropped the paper as footsteps echoed outside his door. Suddenly, the knob turned, a shadow loomed in the doorway. The man scrambled for his gun, but it was too late. A silencer muted the shot, a cry of pain rang out. And as the murderer fled into the night, chaos erupted.