The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It poured over the city like a warning no one understood. Streets were empty, lights flickered, and the wind howled through broken alleys as if it carried secrets meant to stay buried. Inspector Aryan Singh stood near the crime scene, his coat soaked, eyes sharp. He wasn’t new to death—but this… this felt different. The body lay in the center of an abandoned warehouse. No blood. No visible injuries. Just a pale face… frozen in terror.