Gdańsk, Poland. A Tuesday morning.Prosecutor Jan Tyerski arrives early, as he always does. On his desk, a pile of routine files. Deferred deadlines. Complementary reports. Small institutional conveniences dressed as urgency.The fourth file is different.A woman died in her apartment in Brzeźno. Registered as a domestic accident. No witnesses. No forced entry. Case closed before anyone asked the right questions. It should have stayed that way.But the timestamps don't match the intercom records. The victim's name is spelled two different ways in the same report. And the jurisdictional reference - a quiet mention of Nowy Port that has no business being there - refuses to make sense.Tyerski knows he should archive it. He knows it is not his case. He knows that in any public institution, the man who insists on rereading what everyone else has decided to forget becomes useful and inconvenient in equal measure.He goes to Brzeźno...