Detective Sarah Morgan stood at the edge of the crime scene, her eyes scanning the bloodstained floor methodically. Rain pounded against the windows of the abandoned warehouse, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the grim tableau before her. The victim lay sprawled across an antique desk, one hand clutching a torn photograph, the other frozen in midair. Medical examiner Dr. Reynolds crouched beside the body, his weathered face revealing nothing as he noted the peculiar wounds. "Killed approximately twelve hours ago, single puncture wound to the neck, but there's something odd about the entry point." Detective Morgan nodded silently, her attention drawn to a peculiar pattern of water droplets leading away from the scene. Officer Jenkins approached with evidence bags, his normally cheerful demeanor subdued by the macabre scene surrounding them all. "We found this hidden inside the victim's watch—a microchip containing encrypted data that nobody can seem to access." Through the broken skylight above, moonlight illuminated a strange symbol painted on the floor beneath the victim's body. Sarah's phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: "The timekeeper knows why the blackbird sings at midnight."