The gloom is thick with secrets. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig feels like a spy hidden among the boughs. A chill skims down your spine as you understand that you are not alone. Beams peer from shadows, their purpose a chilling mystery. Stay vigilant the whispers on the wind. Rely no one. Escape while you still have. The License to

The rain was descending 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 ofconfidence, now felt more like a sodden shroud. Another night, another case, another crumb of truth to chase down in this labyrinth of shadows. I flicked open m