A SHADOWY GAME: THE P.I.'S JOURNAL

The rain was descending like tears on the gritty asphalt of Gotham City, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the neon lights that sliced through the darkness. My trench coat, worldwide detectives once a symbol ofsophistication, now felt more like a sodden shroud. Another night, another case, another whisper of truth to chase down in this labyrinth o