The alley lay shrouded in thick, impenetrable fog tonight. A single streetlamp cast long, distorted shadows everywhere. Near the dripping bins, a body lay motionless. Detective Miller crouched, observing the scene with grim detachment. The victim's top coat was turned inside out strangely. A small silver locket gleamed near one pale hand. Miller heard footsteps approaching slowly from behind him. He turned slowly, hand resting near his weapon. A figure emerged, face obscured by hat and collar. The silence stretched thick with unspoken questions and dread.