"I won't rest until I find the one responsible for Charlie's death," he declares to the moonlit shadows, his voice carrying the echoes of his determination.
As Tom steps onto the city streets, the nocturnal symphony of the forest gives way to the distant hum of the urban environment. The transition is stark, but his determination persists. His authoritative strides echo through the quiet streets as he organizes the police force under the shroud of night.
"Alright, listen up!" Tom's voice cuts through the stillness, rallying the officers around him. The dim glow of street lamps casts elongated shadows as he gives orders with the precision of a seasoned detective. "Half of you stay here. Patrol the area and keep an eye out for any suspicious activity. The rest, you're with me. We're paying a visit to Mike's place."
