ARRDE
The air inside the police station is thick, pressing in on me like an invisible weight. The scent of coffee, ink, and sweat lingers, but beneath it, something else claws at my senses—unease.
I remain seated in the cold, metal chair of the interrogation room, my fingers tapping lightly against the surface of the table. The detectives had stepped out a few minutes ago, probably to strategize their next move, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.
And the message.
I’M COMING FOR YOU.
Those words were buried my mind, sharp and relentless. Whoever sent it isn’t bluffing. And if I don’t act fast, I’ll be forced to play a game where the rules aren’t in my favor. I scoffed.
Suddenly, the distant bang of a door being slammed open shatters the silence.
Footsteps—hurried, frantic
