The Shadow. Content Warning.
By morning, the city had already started forgetting.
That was one of the things Gabriel loved most about it.
Cities consumed horror the way oceans swallowed blood… quickly, quietly, with no visible trace by daylight. By sunrise, the alley behind the river walk was cordoned off with yellow tape and half a dozen police cruisers, their lights flashing against rain-dark brick. Reporters would arrive by noon. By evening, the story would be everywhere.