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Detective Harlow Quinn stood at the entrance of the abandoned Tube station beneath Camden, her worn leather watch ticking insistently on her left wrist. The air was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the bustling city above. The faint glow of flickering emergency lights cast long shadows across the decaying tiles and rusted tracks. She stepped inside, her boots echoing softly against the concrete. Detective Quinn's sharp jawline was set in a determined line, her brown eyes scanning the scene with military precision. The place was eerily quiet, the silence punctuated only by the occasional drip of water from the ceiling. She noticed the faint scent of sulfur and ozone, a telltale sign of something not quite right. "Quinn, over here," called a voice from deeper within the station. She recognized the tone of her colleague, DS Dixon, a younger, more hesitant man who had joined the force after the loss of her former partner, DS Morris. Quinn made her way through the dimly lit tunnel, her flashlight cutting a swath through the darkness. Dixon stood by a makeshift barrier, his face pale and tense. The barrier was a hastily erected chain-link fence, partially torn, as if something had forced its way through. "What have we got?" Quinn asked, her voice steady and authoritative. Dixon swallowed hard, pointing to the ground. "Body's over there. Looks like a nasty scene." Quinn walked past the barrier, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. A man lay sprawled on the ground, his body contorted in an unnatural position. His skin was ashen, and there was a strange, almost metallic sheen to it. Blood pooled around him, but unlike any blood she had seen before, it glowed faintly in the dim light. Quinn crouched down, her eyes examining every detail. The man's eyes were wide open, his expression one of absolute terror. She noticed a small, intricate burn mark on his wrist, a symbol she didn't recognize. "Any witnesses?" Quinn asked, her gaze still on the body. Dixon shook his head. "None. No one saw anything. The Tube station was supposedly empty when they found him." Quinn stood up, her mind racing. Something about this didn't add up. "Who found the body?" "A homeless man, according to the initial report. He was looking for a place to rest and stumbled upon this." Quinn's eyes narrowed. "And he didn't notice anything strange, anything out of the ordinary?" Dixon shrugged. "Said it was just the body. But, Quinn, there's more. We found this." He handed her a small, brass compass with a patina of verdigris. The face was etched with protective sigils, and the needle pointed toward the body. Quinn's brow furrowed. "A Veil Compass? What's this doing here?" Dixon looked confused. "A what?" Quinn stood up, her mind piecing together the puzzle. "This is no ordinary crime. We need to bring in someone who knows more about this kind of thing." As if on cue, Eva Kowalski appeared at the entrance of the tunnel, her curly red hair bouncing as she walked. She wore round glasses and a worn leather satchel filled with books. Her freckled complexion was a stark contrast to the dim, underground setting. "Eva, perfect timing," Quinn said, her voice a mix of relief and urgency. "Can you take a look at this?" Eva nodded, her eyes scanning the scene. She tugged at her hair nervously behind her left ear. "What have we got, Quinn?" Quinn handed her the compass. "A Veil Compass. Found it near the body. Any idea what it means?" Eva examined the compass, her eyes widening. "This is serious. The Veil Compass is attuned to supernatural energy. It points toward the nearest rift or portal. Whatever happened here, it's not natural." Dixon looked bewildered. "Supernatural? You're joking, right?" Quinn's expression was grave. "I'm afraid not. We need to treat this as a potential supernatural event. Eva, can you help us identify the symbol on the body?" Eva crouched down, her eyes focused on the burn mark. She pulled out a small notebook from her satchel and began to sketch the symbol. "This is an ancient sigil, often used in protective charms. But it's also associated with binding. Someone or something tried to bind this man to a supernatural force." Quinn nodded, her mind working furiously. "And the body. What about the blood? It's not normal." Eva's face paled. "The blood is enchanted. It's been infused with dark magic. The man was drained of his life force, not just blood. This is the work of something powerful and malevolent." Quinn stood up, her resolve hardening. "We need to find out who or what is behind this. Dixon, secure the perimeter and keep the media at bay. Eva, can you help me track down the source of this?" Eva nodded, her eyes meeting Quinn's with a determined look. "I'll do what I can. But we need to be careful. If this is what I think it is, we're dealing with forces beyond our understanding." Quinn's jaw tightened. "I know. But we can't let this stand. We need to protect the city from whatever is causing this." With that, the three of them began to methodically search the station, their eyes and minds attuned to the subtle signs of the supernatural. The air grew heavier with each step, as if the very walls were watching them, waiting for their next move. Quinn's mind raced with possibilities, her instincts telling her that this was only the beginning. The Veil Market, the compass, the sigils — all pieces of a larger, more dangerous puzzle. She vowed to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.