The police station's atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension, the usual hum of activity overshadowed by an air of trepidation. Captain Reynolds, a seasoned veteran with a reputation for unwavering integrity, strode into his office, his brow furrowed as he clutched an unmarked envelope in his weathered hands.
Settling into his chair, he carefully broke the seal, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he extracted the contents. What he saw within those innocuous folds of paper caused his heart to skip a beat, his blood running cold.
Photographs, grainy but unmistakable, depicted a scene of unspeakable horror – the lifeless body of a woman, her eyes frozen in a permanent expression of terror, bound and weighted down by concrete. Accompanying the images was a handwritten note, the words scrawled with a chilling nonchalance: "Look for her in the depths of Silver Lake."
