Gab rubbed his chin, his sharp gaze flickering between the corpse and the forensic team still taking notes. The wound—deep, precise, and unnatural—nagged at his thoughts. It wasn’t just the method that bothered him.
It was the familiarity.
His mind raced back to a previous case. A B-Rank Gifted, murdered in cold blood. Same clean stab wound to the chest. Same lack of a murder weapon. Same eerie silence surrounding the crime scene.
And now, another Gifted, though only an E-Rank, was dead under identical circumstances.
His fingers tightened into a fist.
“This isn’t a coincidence,” he muttered under his breath.
Two Gifted, murdered in the same way. Two bodies, no struggle, no weapon left behind.
Someone was targeting them.
And whoever they were, they were meticulous—killing with preci
