The woods is thick with secrets. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig sounds like a presence hidden among the boughs. A chill runs down your spine as you understand that you are not alone. Beams glance from unseen depths, their intent a chilling mystery. Stay vigilant the whispers on the wind. Rely no one. Run while you still have. Seeing

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 ofconfidence, 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 my l