The rain fell hard on the empty city street. A lone figure stood beneath the flickering streetlight. Shadows danced along the wet pavement like ghosts. The air was thick with silence and dread. A sudden scream pierced the heavy night stillness. The figure turned, eyes wide with sudden fear. Footsteps echoed, quickening, fading into the darkness ahead. A single red rose lay on the ground. Its petals were stained with something dark and wet. The mystery of the night had just begun.