"Enjoy the night, Officer Tanapon." The voice slithered into the recording like a silk ribbon dipped in poison. Sweet. Young. Unbothered. Then the microchip clicked off. Perth stood alone in the alley, the haze of smoke and metal clinging stubbornly to the air. Almost like the murderer had exhaled right beside him. His jaw ticked. His teeth locked. The city lights flickered above him, casting jagged shadows over the tape lines and the cooling corpse. And the emptiness where the killer should have been.