The gloom is thick with deception. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig sounds like a watcher hidden among the boughs. A chill skims down your spine as you realize that you are not alone. Beams peer from shadows, their intent a chilling mystery. Stay vigilant the whispers on the wind. Believe no one. Run while you still may. The License t

The rain was pouring like tears on the gritty asphalt of Gotham City, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the neon lights that sliced through the darkness. My trench coat, once a symbol ofsophistication, now felt more like a sodden shroud. Another night, another case, another scrap of truth to chase down in this labyrinth of shadows. I flicked open