First message
The crime scene was quiet—too quiet. Silas watched from the shadows, lips curling into a smirk as flashing red and blue lights painted his face. Another message left. Another game set. He lit a cigarette with steady fingers, eyes flickering toward the figure stepping under the tape. “There you are,” he whispered, voice low and amused. “Let’s see if you’re as clever as they say, Detective.” He vanished into the dark, the city already whispering his name again