Jessica studied the paintings with her usual precision, her eyes tracing the damaged strokes with a mix of fascination and dismay. She ran a fingertip lightly over the ruined canvas, as if trying to absorb every detail, every mark. “I’ve seen this paint before,” she said quietly, glancing at Liam. “It’s a special number. In fact, it’s often used as a blood substitute in horror films.” Liam’s brow furrowed. “Blood? You’re saying this is movie prop paint?” Jessica nodded. “Exactly. These cans are expensive, usually only bought by film production companies. It’s a specific type of red, formulated to look exactly like fresh blood under certain lights. I don’t know anyone who uses it in everyday art.” Liam felt a chill run down his spine. “So, someone went out of their way to get this?” Je

