The air inside the police station was tense, the kind of tension that lingered after weeks of mysterious killings, missing bodies, and vanishing memories. Every officer felt it, a cold dread creeping through their bones as they waited for the next unexpected twist. Stella sat in the corner of the room, flipping through the files, her mind still stuck on the eerie events of the past few days.
Josh paced back and forth in the middle of the room, frustration etched on his face. "We're missing something," he muttered. "All these victims, their families forgetting them, the bodies disappearing from the graves and now the morgue... there's got to be a pattern."
"There is," Stella replied quietly. "We just haven't seen the full picture yet. But I can feel it. Something's coming."
