Police sirens cut through the silent night as rain poured over the empty streets. Detective Leon Carter stepped into the dim apartment, his shoes echoing softly on the floor. The metallic smell of blood filled the air.
In the center of the room lay a lifeless body.
Adrian Cross.
A respected businessman… now dead.
But what truly caught Leon's attention was the wall behind him. Written in blood were six chilling words.
"Maya finally woke up."
Leon's jaw tightened.
"That can't be right," he murmured.
An officer beside him looked confused.
"Why not, sir?"
Leon stared at the message again.
"Because Maya Verma disappeared three months ago."
He paused.
"And officially… she's dead."