The city never slept. It was always alive with noise, movement, and the constant hum of everyday life. But there was another side to it—one that people couldn't see or understand. A side that thrived in the shadows, where danger lingered just out of sight.
Ethan Ward had learned to blend in. He wasn't tall or imposing; in fact, he looked like any other face in the crowd. But when the lights dimmed and the world quieted, he became something else. A predator. Cold, calculating, and always watching. His victims weren't accidents. They were carefully selected, pieces in a puzzle that only he could solve. Each step he took was deliberate, each movement purposeful, as if he were painting a picture—his own dark masterpiece.
Detective Lena Cross had seen the ugly side of life. She had dealt with criminals, liars, and cheaters. But Ethan was different. He didn't fit the usual mold of a killer. He wasn't reckless or loud; he was patient, precise. Each time she thought she was getting closer to him, he slipped away, leaving nothing but an eerie trail of silence.
And it wasn't just the case that haunted her—it was him. Ethan had a way of worming his way into your mind, making you question everything you thought you knew. He was playing a game, and Lena was just one of his many pieces. But what she didn't realize was that this game was bigger than she could have imagined. And she was in it, whether she liked it or not.
The game had begun. And there was no turning back now.