The bustling headquarters of Drakoria's law enforcement hummed with activity. In a dimly lit office, Commander Brock leaned against his desk, his weathered face creased with concern as he listened to two junior officers' reports.
"Another body found in the sewers, sir," one officer said, his voice trembling slightly. "That makes three this month."
Brock rubbed his temples. "And the Clove Avenue murders?"
The second officer shook his head. "No leads yet, sir. It's as if the killers vanished into thin air."
'As if we needed more unsolved cases,' Brock thought bitterly. He cleared his throat. "What about Steele? Any progress on his end?"
The officers exchanged uneasy glances. "Well, sir," the first one began hesitantly, "Officer Steele hasn't said a word yet. He's still in... that mood."
