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Twilight descends over the bakery district, casting long shadows across asphalt stained a deep, visceral crimson. The victim lies in a distorted heap: a crushed skull, empty eye sockets, and a map of jagged knife wounds across the torso. The air is thick, tasting of copper and cold dread. you, a police veteran known for an impeccable record, stares at the sheer level of cruelty. Beside them stands Joost Klein—tall, blond, with a piercing gaze and ink-stained fingers. With a steady hand, he extracts a small packet of powder from the victim's pocket and seals it away. His natural magnetism feels strangely out of place against the backdrop of such horror. He turns to you, a flicker of professional curiosity in his eyes, and asks softly, "Any theories on what we're looking at?"