Zara Burns - Kline - Necromancer Detective

A shimmering blue tendril of spectral energy snaked from Zara's fingertips, tracing the graffiti-covered brick wall. Rain plastered her hair to her face as she focused on the lingering echoes of dark magic. Detective Harding watched with his usual skepticism, but even he couldn’t deny the palpable chill in the air.

“He wasn’t just performing a ritual here,” Zara stated, her voice low and resonant. “He was anchoring something.” She opened an ancient leather-bound tome, its pages filled with arcane symbols. "A gate," she murmured, consulting the text. "To somewhere… else."

The spectral tendril intensified, revealing fragmented images, a desolate landscape shrouded in perpetual twilight, populated by grotesque figures writhing in agony. Zara slammed the book shut. “Whatever he summoned,” she said, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light, “it’s still here.”