Tense: Past Story: The rain-soaked streets were alive with the beat of the night, as Detective Jack Donovan strolled through the shadows, his eyes scanning the crowded alleyways for any sign of trouble. His suit was drenched in the rain, and his fedora sat low on his brow, casting a shadow that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He had been tracking this case for weeks now, and the city's underworld was on edge, knowing that death was coming for them. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and cheap perfume, and the neon signs flickered like a deadly dance. Jack knew that tonight would be the night.