Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTQVRPN1K215KVMSVPSN1WN

Detective Harlow Quinn stood at the entrance of the abandoned Tube station, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space beneath Camden. The air reeked of decay and neglect, a far cry from the bustling streets above. Her partner, DS Morris, had been investigating a string of bizarre occurrences in this very spot, but it was Quinn's call that had brought her here today. A woman with curly red hair and round glasses knelt beside a body, her satchel abandoned on the ground. Quinn's gaze lingered on the satchel for a moment before drifting back to the victim. He was a young man, mid-twenties, with a look of shock frozen on his face. A pale silver ring adorned his left hand, and a glint of silver peeked from beneath the folds of his jacket. "Eva, what've we got?" Quinn asked, her voice firm but controlled. Eva Kowalski looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. "Looks like a heart attack, Harlow. I was the first to respond when we got the call. He was already...like this." Quinn's eyes narrowed. "And what about the ring?" Eva's gaze followed Quinn's, and she frowned. "It's some sort of occult symbol. I think I've seen it before, but I'm not sure where." Quinn knelt beside the body, her eyes tracing the path the victim's hand had taken as he fell. The position of the body seemed... deliberate. She glanced around the room, taking in the litter of discarded trash, the scattered candles, and the faint scent of incense. This was no ordinary crime scene. "What do you make of this, Eva?" Quinn asked, her voice even. Eva stood up, brushing off her knees. "I think it's just a stupid prank gone wrong. Maybe someone was messing around with some dark magic and things got out of hand." Quinn's eyes lingered on the victim's hand, the silver ring glinting in the dim light. "I don't think so, Eva. Look at the way the body is positioned. It's almost... calculated." Eva's eyes widened as she took in Quinn's words. "You think it's something more?" Quinn's gaze roamed the room once more, her eyes lingering on the scattered candles, the discarded trash, and the faint scent of incense. She spotted something – a small, brass compass lying near the victim's hand. It was etched with protective sigils, and the needle seemed to be pointing toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal. Eva's eyes followed Quinn's gaze. "What's that?" Quinn's eyes locked onto the compass. "A Veil Compass. I've seen those before. They're used by the... enthusiasts of the Veil Market." Eva's eyes widened. "You think this is connected to the Veil Market?" Quinn's voice was low, her eyes never leaving the compass. "I think we're looking at something a lot bigger than a prank gone wrong, Eva. I think we're looking at a case that's been very carefully staged." Eva's eyes were wide with excitement, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "Do you think it's connected to the Supernatural Unit, Harlow?" Quinn's expression was grim. "I think it's connected to something, Eva. But I'm not sure what yet." Quinn carefully picked up the compass, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The evidence seemed to be pointing toward the Veil Market, but she needed more information before she could make any concrete connections. She tucked the compass into her pocket, her eyes locking onto Eva's. "Let's get forensics in here, Eva. And let's get to the bottom of this. I want to know everything about this victim, about this case, and about that compass." Eva nodded, already on her phone. "I'll get to work on the victim's background. See if I can dig up anything on the Veil Market connections." Quinn stood up, her eyes scanning the room once more. The case was starting to unfurl, and she was ready to follow the trail, no matter where it led.