Rain lashed a dark London street, slicking cobblestones. A shadowed figure slipped into a quiet alley. Footsteps echoed, hollow, a chilling, lonely sound. Then, a muffled shriek tore through the night. A heavy thud followed, abruptly silencing screams. Two bright eyes watched from a barred window. Silence returned, broken only by the storm. The alley remained empty, a gaping dark mouth. A single, wet glove lay on the stones.