The woods is thick with lies. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig seems like a spy hidden among the boughs. A chill travels down your spine as you sense that you are not alone. Glances peer from the darkness, their purpose a chilling mystery. Stay vigilant the whispers on the wind. Believe no one. Run while you still can. Seeing's Permis

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 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 op