The news of the murder spread like wildfire through the streets of London. Panic gripped the city, and soon everyone was talking about the Red-Eyed Demon. Some claimed to have seen it, a shadowy figure with eyes that glowed like embers in the night. Others spoke of strange occurrences, of unnatural chills and whispers in the dark.
Grey poured over the case files in his dimly lit office, his mind racing. There had to be a rational explanation, some clue that would unravel the mystery. But the more he looked, the more elusive the answers became.
Late one night, as the fog rolled in thicker than ever, Grey received a visitor. A tall, gaunt man with piercing blue eyes and a sharp, angular face. He introduced himself as Dr. Jonathan Harker, a scholar of the occult.
"I believe I can help you, Inspector," Harker said, his voice a low, melodic whisper.
Grey eyed the man warily. "And how do you propose to do that, Doctor?"
Harker smiled, a thin, mirthless smile. "I have studied creatures such as the one you seek. I know their ways, their weaknesses. If you are willing, I can show you how to stop it."
Desperation gnawed at Grey. He was a man of logic and reason, but he could not deny the mounting evidence of something beyond his understanding. With a heavy heart, he nodded. "Very well, Doctor. Tell me what you know."