The gloom is thick with lies. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig seems like a watcher hidden among the boughs. A chill travels down your spine as you sense that you are not alone. Beams glance from the darkness, their intent a chilling mystery. Stay vigilant the whispers on the wind. Believe no one. Run while you still can. A Vision Gra

The rain was falling 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 whisper of truth to chase down in this labyrinth of shadows. I flicked open my