The rain pelted the cobblestone street with relentless, cold fury. Detective Sarah Mills stepped from her car, scanning the scene. A body lay crumpled beneath the flickering streetlamp's harsh light. Crimson pooled around the victim's head, stark against pale stone. Her partner, Jack Rodriguez, ducked under the yellow police tape. "Another ritual killing," he muttered, eyes dark with grim knowledge. Sarah knelt, her gloved hand tracing the strange symbol nearby. Shadows danced across the victim's face, frozen in silent scream. Something about this murder felt different from all previous cases. The night whispered secrets that would soon demand to emerge.