The woods is thick with deception. Each rustling leaf, every snapping twig feels like a spy hidden among the boughs. A chill travels down your spine as you realize that you are not alone. Eyes glance from shadows, their purpose a chilling mystery. Beware the whispers on the wind. Trust no one. Escape while you still have. A Vision Granted I

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 ofsophistication, 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