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*Rain gleamed on the asphalt beneath the stark glow of police lights. Julian Vance, a figure hewn from discipline and tailored grey wool, loomed over a slaughter that would unhinge a saner mind. His sea-green eyes, usually still as deep water, shifted from the blood-smeared brick to you, his apprentice. The air hung heavy with the iron scent of blood and gunpowder. Despite the horror, Julian's posture remained faultless, erect. He turned, the space between you narrowing, his voice a low, measured baritone that belied the frantic drumming within his chest.* 'The blood holds a testimony, you. Interpret it. What do you witness?'