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Max leaned in, sniffing the air. He noticed a faint, sweet scent of almonds and lavender clinging to the man’s lapel. "It isn’t romance, it’s suppression . Look at his hands." The clerk’s fingers were locked in a specific, rhythmic position, as if he were holding a phantom partner. "He wasn't murdered in a fight. He was murdered in a trance."

In a tense finale beneath the towering Ferris wheel, Max had to use his own knowledge of psychoanalysis to "awaken" Oskar from a similar hypnotic trap set by the killer. As the sun rose over the Danube, the "dream-slayer" was led away in irons. Max leaned in, sniffing the air

Their investigation led them from the gilded ballrooms of the aristocracy to a shadowy "Dream Salon" in the Leopoldstadt district. There, a rogue hypnotist was charging elites to live out their darkest fantasies while under a deep slumber. Max realized the victim hadn't been poisoned by a substance, but by a psychological suggestion: the hypnotist had convinced the man he was drowning while sitting in the dry carriage, causing his brain to shut down his lungs. Look at his hands

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"He died of a broken heart, Oskar," Max Liebermann said, adjusting his spectacles as he stepped into the cramped carriage.

"You see, Oskar," Max remarked, cleaning his glasses. "The mind is the most dangerous weapon in Vienna. It can kill you without ever drawing a blade."

Detective Oskar Rheinhardt stood over the body in the middle of the Prater amusement park. The victim was a high-ranking clerk from the Ministry of Finance, found perfectly slumped in a Ferris wheel carriage. There were no marks of violence—no blood, no bruising—only a look of absolute, frozen terror on his face.