Detective Veyra's eyes scanned the dimly lit alley, her heart racing with every creak of the old wooden signs and every patter of raindrops on the cobblestones. She had been investigating a string of murders in Blackstone Alley for weeks, but nothing could have prepared her for this. The cracked leather ledger, a cryptic record of the killer's twisted game, now held a new entry... her own name, scrawled in shaky ink. As s...