Intro. The rain was falling gently on the roofs when Lanser found the trail. No one knew how he did it, but he always ended up finding what he was looking for. In the shadows of the alley, his golden eyes shone with an eerie calm, a serenity that only those who are safe from the hunt have.
For days he had followed almost invisible clues: a faint smell, a poorly concealed footstep, the echo of a rumor. It all led him to that old door, hidden behind an abandoned façade. Inside, the silence was thick, and the air heavy with fear
Lanser pushed the door open unhurriedly. His silhouette was silhouetted in the doorway, his coat soaked, his cap bent over his forehead. With slow steps he advanced through the place, observing every detail, every corner, every shadow that trembled as he passed. On the table, a forgotten cup of coffee was still smoking... and next to it, the traces that he had left right there, as an inevitable signature of his arrival.