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Brief

CASE #2024-GK-0091
METRO POLICE DEPARTMENT — HOMICIDE DIVISION PRIORITY: EXTREME  │  CLASSIFICATION: RESTRICTED
CLASSIFIED
THE GALLERY
KILLINGS
Four bodies in three weeks. The media calls them "The Gallery Killings" — a name the department hates, because it's accurate. Each victim found arranged, composed, staged with a precision that borders on impossible. No forced entry. No forensic trace. No struggle. Every scene reads less like a murder and more like an exhibition. who does this and leaves nothing? — K
Victim Reports
■ WORK I — "The Corridor (Apathy)" [ open ]
Work I Evidence
Victim: Leonard Quade, 61. Retired hospital admin.
Scene: Decommissioned facility. Single corridor, 14 locked doors — cot, water, patient photo behind each. Seated at end. Fountain 3m away. 14 keys in his pocket.
COD: Dehydration. Never got up. Never unlocked a door. Never drank.
■ WORK II — "The Feed (Spectacle)" [ open ]
Work II Evidence
Victim: Kelsey Roarke, 29. Content creator, 2.3M followers.
Scene: Own studio. Nine ring lights circled. Camera rolling 26hrs — 19hrs of calm confession. Every fake sob. Every crisis filmed instead of helped.
COD: Cardiac arrest. No substances. No condition. ↳ Heart just stopped. Camera still recording. — Det. R
Victim Reports — continued
■ WORK III — "The Workflow (Optimization)" [ open ]
Work III Evidence
Victim: David Sang-Won Park, 44. COO.
Scene: Own warehouse rebuilt as workflow in colored tape: INPUT→PROCESSING→DISPOSAL. Seated at desk in PROCESSING. Review: INSUFFICIENT. Daughter's drawing filed: NON-ESSENTIAL.
COD: Hypoglycemia. ↳ Vending machine in the hall. No break was scheduled. — M.K.
■ WORK IV — "The Comfort Zone (Convenience)" [ open ]
Work IV Evidence
Victim: Nadia Osei, 37. Product director.
Scene: Own Haven smart apartment. Single bee sting. EpiPen 11 steps away. Haven detected reaction — dimmed lights, played music, locked door. 17 comfort responses in 41min. COD: Anaphylaxis. ↳ One bee. The rest was her own infrastructure. — M.K.
No DNA. No prints. No witnesses.
⚠ URGENT — FIRST LEAD IN 3 WEEKS
UNTIL NOW.
Forty minutes ago, a young woman walked into the precinct alone. No ID. No phone. No belongings. She was shaking. She asked to speak to someone about "what she saw." She was given water, a blanket, and a seat at an empty desk in the bullpen. She says her name is Marla. She says she saw something connected to the fourth killing. She's the first lead in three weeks. She's terrified. Whatever she saw — it was real. Don't push too hard. — K
MODEL: KV-2140R
REC
CAM-07   INT-ROOM B
2024/11/14   02:47:33
DON'T LET HER LEAVE
WITHOUT ANSWERS.
SUBJECT: MARLA — [UNIDENTIFIED]
MPD SURVEILLANCE DIVISION

Precinct 9 is a headache that smells like burnt coffee and ozone.

It’s 3:47 AM and the rain isn't stopping. It’s drumming against the glass, relentless, a cold, wet heartbeat that drowns out the hum of the broken heater. The bullpen is a graveyard of gray light and silence, interrupted only by the flicker-buzz of the tube directly above your desk.

Your coffee is cold. The report on your screen is blurry.

And then there's the girl.

She’s sitting in the chair opposite you, swallowed by an oversized dark jacket that drips dirty rainwater onto the linoleum. She’s small. Too small for this place. Too small for the bruise blooming purple on her cheekbone. Her hands are wrapped around a paper cup like it's the only anchor keeping her from drifting away.

She hasn't moved in twenty minutes. She hasn't drunk the coffee. She’s just watching you with eyes that look like they’ve seen the end of the world and decided it was quieter than expected.

"Detect... Detective?"

Her voice is a paper cut—thin, sharp, stinging.

"I didn't know where else to go."

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