Baskadia

Prologue:

The storm raged outside, with sheets of rain pelting against the pavement and bolts of lightning illuminating the sky. Detective Jack Thompson stood before the entrance of an eerie, dilapidated building, his heart racing with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. The call he received was supposed to be a routine break-in, but as he gazed upon the crime scene, he quickly realized that this was anything but ordinary. The scene before him hinted at a gruesome, violent act, and the perpetrator was still out there, lurking in the shadows.

With a deep breath, Jack stepped inside the building, his flashlight beam illuminating the path ahead. The musty scent of decay filled his nostrils as he navigated through the cluttered hall, each step leading him deeper into the heart of the crime scene. The walls were splattered with dried blood, and the floor was littered with broken glass and overturned furniture, evidence of a struggle that had taken place. Jack's mind raced as he tried to piece together the events that led to this brutal murder.