The forest is thick with lies. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig seems like a presence hidden among the foliage. A chill travels down your spine as you realize that you are not alone. Eyes peer from the darkness, their motives a chilling mystery. Be cautious the whispers on the wind. Rely no one. Flee while you still can. Seeing's Perm

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