"A politician has been murdered in his home. The corpse is sprawled out on the sofa, bludgeoned. Cops in white forensic gear, hovering like vultures over the body, take photos. Officers in dark uniform guard the halls, cops with their serious weather-beaten faces, their domestic-violence moustaches, rain-beaten, drinking cheap coffee out of styrofoam cups. And in the middle of the scene, watching everything, there is a man dressed as a bat. He’s wearing a cape. He’s wearing a mask. He’s wearing a full-body fetish suit in various shades of black leather and PVC. Whatever this man’s deal is, it’s clearly something sexual. He’s dressed for a very particular kind of Berlin club night: maybe the venue double-booked, the furries had to share a basement with the leather daddies, and one dedicated pervert had a brilliant idea… "