Prologue

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A crimson moon cast an eerie glow over the city, its light dancing on the wet pavement. Detective Alex Turner stood at the crime scene, the acrid scent of burnt flesh and gunpowder stinging his nostrils. A young woman, her beauty marred by violence, lay lifeless. Beside her, a single red rose, its petals scattered like crimson confetti.
"Looks like a personal vendetta, Turner," the medical examiner murmured, her voice heavy with weariness.
Alex nodded, his gaze fixed on the victim. Something about this case felt different, more...intimate. A premonition stirred within him, a whisper of danger that was both alluring and terrifying.

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