The cold morning air felt heavy as Inspector Josh and Stella drove through the city. The victims of the massacre still weighed on their minds, but now, more bodies had started to appear—each one tied to the same inexplicable phenomenon. Whenever they contacted the supposed families of the victims, the answers were always the same: they didn't know the victim, didn't recognize their faces, and had no memory of them ever being part of their lives.
It was as though these people had simply materialized, lived briefly, and then disappeared into oblivion.
"Another one?" Stella asked, her voice tight with frustration as Josh put down his phone after receiving yet another call about a new body.
Josh nodded grimly. "That's the third one this week. Same story. No identification, no recognition from family, nothing."
