Arthur stepped out of his sleek Maserati, the engine purring softly as it came to a stop behind a police car. The car belonged to his friend, Commissioner Robert. It was late at night, and the police station was unusually quiet. The silence felt heavy in the air as Arthur and Robert walked side by side, moving quickly toward the entrance.
Inside the station, the atmosphere was tense. Arthur’s mind raced. He was consumed with anger and frustration, desperate to find out who was behind the horrifying incident involving Georgiana. She had been trapped in an elevator, nearly suffocating, all because someone had maliciously turned off the lights in the mansion during the party. The thought of her in danger ignited a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.
“Let’s go,” Robert said, leading the
