Chapter 1: Death's Artistry

Seattle, a city known for its skyline, drizzle, and coffee houses, had been stained crimson. The Detective, a veteran of the force known for being gruff and relentless in pursuit of justice, had seen it all, or so he thought.

The Emerald City had been hit with a murder, shocking in its audacity, as chilling as the Puget Sound on a winter's morning. The victim, an enigmatic figure known only as the "Founder," lay sprawled on the floor of a dingy room, his life abruptly snuffed out. A hastily draped police blanket shielded onlookers from the grotesque mutilation beneath. It couldn't, however, shield them from the haunting messages, smeared in blood, or the chilling Polaroids.

The Detective stood in the heart of the macabre spectacle, the stench of death mingling with his cigarette smoke. He fought the wave of nausea as he eyed the word "RUN" etched in blood across the Polaroids of the Founder's disfigured body. Was it a warning, a confession, or the sick signature of a sadistic killer?

Every sinew in his body screamed for him to leave the room, to escape the overpowering sense of dread. But he knew better. This was only the start. As he battled his rising bile, he vowed to unearth the truth behind the Emerald City Rug Pull.

Justice may be a marathon, but the race had just begun.

All images by Hollywoodland Studios and were created for use by this project. Video produced by Blazers In 6 Productions

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