In a rain-soaked city, a lone detective steps into the glow of a flickering streetlamp, her trench coat trailing behind her like a cloak of shadows. Her jet-black hair falls in sharp waves, framing her face, where a hint of crimson lipstick contrasts starkly against her pale complexion. Her dark, tailored suit is accented with subtle gothic flourishes—a lace cravat and silver skull cufflinks. In her gloved hand, she holds a cigarette, its faint ember glowing in the misty night, while the other grips a sleek revolver engraved with cryptic symbols. Her sharp, calculating gaze misses no detail as she stalks the rain-slicked streets, following clues that lead to secrets no one else dares uncover. A faint chill seems to follow her, as if the shadows themselves are her allies.