The rain fell hard on the cobblestone streets below. A single streetlamp flickered weakly in the cold night air. Detective Clara Voss adjusted her gloves with practiced precision. Her breath formed ghostly clouds as she exhaled into the darkness. The crime scene tape fluttered like a warning flag in the wind. A shadow moved near the alleyway’s jagged mouth. Clara’s fingers tightened around her flashlight’s cold metal grip. The victim lay sprawled across the wet pavement, lifeless eyes wide. A silver pocket watch glinted near his outstretched, stiffened hand. Blood pooled beneath him, dark as the storm above.