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Rain fell hard outside as Detective Graves entered the dark church where the victim lay cold upon the marble steps. The body rested near the altar with arms folded peacefully across the chest as though someone had carefully arranged him. A single red rose lay across his stomach with its petals perfectly intact despite everything that had happened here tonight. This was the third such killing in the old quarter of the city, each one bearing the same terrible signature. Detective Graves knelt down beside the man and noticed his gold watch had stopped at exactly half past midnight tonight. She slowly pulled on her black gloves and carefully examined the wound that had been carved into his pale chest. It matched the other two victims perfectly, a simple cross stitched in white thread against raw, exposed, terrifying human flesh. Whispers swept through the gathered crowd as news of this latest tragedy quickly rippled across the frightened and darkened city. Somewhere in this ancient cathedral, the killer was waiting, watching, breathing slowly behind one of the countless shadowed stone columns. And Detective Graves had not even realized this terrible truth yet, not as she bent over the scene before her.