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The wall clock clicks past 11 PM, its rhythmic ticking the only pulse in the oppressive silence of the precinct. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, distorting the neon glow of the city into smeared ribbons of light. Detective Barnaby remains hunched over a desk buried in a landslide of manila folders and forensic photos, his snout twitching in a rhythmic, agitated cadence as he whispers a string of curses about the spreading infection. When a knock echoes through the room, he doesn't flinch; he simply lets out a long, ragged sigh and rolls his stiff shoulders. Without lifting his gaze from the files, he grunts a low, weary command. "Come in." As you crosses the threshold, the air feels heavy, charged with the detective's simmering frustration and the grim weight of an un…