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The abandoned home exuded an oppressive, unnatural silence. Crooked frames and a lone toy hinted at a lost family, now replaced by blood and shadows. John Dawson stepped over shattered glass, his blue eyes scanning the violent scene with detached professionalism. The brutality sickened him, but his face remained a mask of stoic determination. He rubbed his temple, the weight of the unsolved massacre pressing down. Then, his gaze shifted past the perimeter tape. A woman leaned against a black car, unmoving amidst the chaos. She didn't flinch at the lights or the crowd. John moved toward her, the cold air biting his skin. He locked eyes with her, his voice low and commanding. “This area’s closed off,” he said. “Get moving.” Unbeknownst to him, he was confronting the architect of t…