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Detective Harlow Quinn stepped off the platform of the abandoned Tube station, her boots echoing in the cavernous space. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something else—something metallic and sharp. She adjusted the cuff of her coat, the worn leather watch on her left wrist catching the dim light filtering through the grimy windows high above. The station was a relic, forgotten by time, yet tonight it pulsed with an eerie energy that set her teeth on edge. Her colleague, Eva Kowalski, was already there, her freckled face illuminated by the glow of a small lantern. The light cast long shadows that danced macabrely on the walls, accentuating the curves of her round glasses. Eva's curly red hair was tucked haphazardly behind her left ear, a nervous habit that Harlow had come to recognize. She clutched a worn leather satchel full of books, her fingers drumming anxiously against the worn leather. "Quinn," Eva acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper. "You made it." Harlow nodded, her sharp jaw set in a grim line. "What have we got, Eva?" Eva hesitated, her green eyes flickering with something unreadable. "It's not what you think, Harlow. This isn't a typical crime scene." Harlow's brow furrowed as she surveyed the area. The station was eerily clean, devoid of the usual detritus one might expect in an abandoned space. The tiles on the platform were cracked and stained, but there was no sign of the graffiti or litter that usually accompanied such places. Instead, there were strange symbols etched into the walls, their meaning lost to her. In the center of the platform, a body lay sprawled, its limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The victim was dressed in dark clothing, their face obscured by a hood. Harlow crouched down, her gloved fingers brushing against the fabric. There was no blood, no visible signs of trauma. Yet, the body was unmistakably dead. "Who found them?" Harlow asked, her voice steady despite the unease coiling in her stomach. Eva tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her nervous habit betraying her calm demeanor. "A local vagrant. He's waiting upstairs with a uniform. Said he heard strange noises and came to investigate." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing. She pulled out her notepad, jotting down the details. The lack of blood, the strange symbols, the unnatural positioning of the body—it all pointed to something beyond the ordinary. But she needed more information. She stood, her eyes scanning the platform. Near the edge, she spotted a small brass compass, its casing tarnished with a patina of verdigris. The face was etched with intricate sigils, and the needle spun wildly, as if sensing something beyond Harlow's comprehension. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up carefully. Eva's eyes widened, and she took a step back. "Don't touch that, Harlow. It's dangerous." Harlow raised an eyebrow, her military precision ingrained in every movement. "Dangerous how?" Eva hesitated, her fingers tightening around the strap of her satchel. "It's a Veil Compass. It points to supernatural rifts or portals. Whoever owned it was likely involved in something... otherworldly." Harlow's brow furrowed. She had heard whispers of the supernatural, of course. The case that had taken her partner, DS Morris, three years ago had been shrouded in unexplained circumstances. But she had always dismissed it as the ramblings of the desperate and the delusional. Yet, standing here, in this abandoned station, with a compass that defied all logic, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. She pocketed the compass, her mind already formulating a plan. "We need to secure the scene. Get the forensics team down here, and have someone look into the symbols on the walls. I want to know what they mean." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her phone. "I'll make the calls. But Harlow, be careful. This isn't like any case you've worked before." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva stepped away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away. But Harlow, be careful. The Veil Market is dangerous. It's not a place for the unprepared." Harlow met her gaze, her brown eyes steady and resolute. "I can handle myself, Eva. Just do your job, and let me do mine." As Eva walked away, Harlow turned her attention back to the body. She crouched down, her eyes scanning every inch of the victim's clothing. There was a small pocket on the inside of the jacket, barely noticeable. She carefully extracted a bone token, its surface smooth and cold. Her breath hitched. She had heard of the Veil Market, a hidden supernatural black market that moved locations every full moon. The bone token was the key to entry. But what was the victim doing here? And why was their body left in such a peculiar state? She stood, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was anything but clear. She needed more information, more clues. And she needed them fast. She walked over to the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the tracks below. The rails were old, rusted, but there were fresh marks on the metal, as if something heavy had been dragged across them. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. There was a faint, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't blood. It was something else—something she couldn't quite place. She stood, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the station. The tunnels stretched out into the void, their depths shrouded in mystery. She had a feeling that the answers she sought lay somewhere in those shadows, waiting to be uncovered. She turned back to the platform, her eyes falling on the body once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something right in front of her that she just couldn't see. Eva approached her, her face pale. "The forensics team is on their way. They should be here in about twenty minutes." Harlow nodded, her mind already racing ahead. "Good. In the meantime, I want you to look into the Veil Market. Find out everything you can about it. If the victim was involved, we need to know why." Eva nodded, her fingers already reaching for her satchel. "I'll get started right away.