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The night air was thick with the smell of rain and the distant hint of smoke from the city's chimneys. Detective Harlow Quinn stood on the corner of St. Martin's Lane, her sharp jaw clenched tight as she surveyed the slick, black pavement. Her worn leather watch told her it was just past midnight, and the city slept under a blanket of darkness, broken only by the feeble light of the streetlamps. She had been tracking Tomás Herrera for the better part of a week, and tonight, she finally had him in her sights. She knew he was involved with the clique, a group of criminals who trafficked in supernatural contraband. She had been following him since he left The Raven's Nest, a dimly lit bar in Soho that served as the clique's headquarters. The distinctive green neon sign above the entrance flickered in the rain, casting an eerie glow over the alley where she had been waiting. Her heart raced as she saw him turn the corner, his Saint Christopher medallion glinting under the lamplight. She had to act fast. She broke into a run, her feet pounding against the wet pavement, her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair plastered to her forehead. She didn't care about the rain anymore; all she cared about was catching him. He must have heard her footsteps because he started to run too. He ran like a man possessed, his olive skin glistening with sweat as he navigated the twists and turns of the city streets. He ran through the heart of Camden, dodging market stalls and late-night revelers, and Harlow followed, her lungs burning with every breath. She saw him disappear into an abandoned Tube station, and without hesitation, she followed. The entrance to the underground market was well hidden, and she had to rely on her instincts to guide her through the labyrinth of tunnels. The deeper she went, the darker and more claustrophobic it became. The air was thick with the smell of damp and decay, and she could hear the scurrying of rats in the shadows. Finally, she found herself in a vast chamber, the walls lined with stalls selling every conceivable supernatural artifact and alchemical substance. The market was bustling with activity, and she knew she had to act fast or risk losing Tomás in the crowd. She saw him up ahead, talking to a vendor at one of the stalls. Without thinking, she reached for her gun, but then she hesitated. She knew she was out of her jurisdiction, and any action she took here could have serious consequences. But then she saw something that made her blood run cold. On the vendor's table lay a vial of a shimmering blue liquid, and she knew immediately what it was. She had heard rumors of a banned alchemical substance that could give the user supernatural abilities, and now she had the proof right in front of her. She knew she had to make a decision. She could walk away now and report what she had seen to her superiors, but she knew they would never believe her. Or she could confront Tomás and the vendor right here and now, and risk everything. In the end, she decided she had no choice. She drew her gun and pointed it at Tomás and the vendor. "Metropolitan Police," she said, her voice echoing in the chamber. "Step away from the stall and put your hands where I can see them." Tomás looked at her in surprise, and then he started to laugh. "You're out of your depth, detective," he said, his warm brown eyes glinting with amusement. "This is no place for you." She tightened her grip on her gun. "I said step away from the stall," she repeated, her voice more urgent this time. But instead of complying, Tomás reached for the vial. In a flash, he had uncorked it and was drinking its contents. As she watched in horror, his body started to change. His skin started to shimmer and his muscles started to swell. He roared with pain and pleasure, and then he started to run. She gave chase, but she knew she was no match for his newfound abilities. He ran through the market, knocking over stalls and sending people flying. She could hear the screams and cries of the vendors as they tried to flee, but she didn't let up. She knew she had to stop him before he hurt anyone else. But it was no use. He was too fast and too strong. He disappeared into the darkness of the tunnels, and she knew she had lost him. She stood there, breathing heavily, her gun still in her hand. She knew she had failed, but she also knew she had uncovered something much bigger than she ever could have imagined. She had to report back to her superiors and tell them what she had seen, but she knew they would never believe her. But she also knew she couldn't give up. She had to find out more about the clique and their activities, and she had to stop them before they hurt anyone else. She had lost Tomás tonight, but she swore to herself that she would find him again, and she would make him pay for what he had done. With a heavy heart, she turned and made her way back to the surface, the echoes of the underground market still ringing in her ears. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but she also knew she had no choice. She had to follow the trail, no matter where it led her, and she had to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.