𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 || 𝐌. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

❧ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ☙

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The shrill ring of her cell phone jolted Y/N from case files deep into the night. With pursed lips, she drew a steady breath, dreading whatever fresh nightmare awaited on the other end.

"Multiple 10-54s at the empty warehouses. You'll want to see this," came her boss's grim tone. The exhaustion vanished from Y/N's body in an instant, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and dread as she raced to her vehicle.

Arriving at the isolated complex, scenes of chaos unfolded beneath pulsing emergency lights. Officers dashed between crime scenes, voices hoarse with exhaustion and stress. Y/N shrugged up her coat collar against the grim atmosphere permeating the air.

She entered the largest warehouse, immediately assaulted by the overwhelming stench of iron. Her boots slowly crossed the threshold, treads becoming caked with what she knew was blood splattered across the floor.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Y/N froze—bodies were strewn throughout in a horrific scene of violence. Stripped of their humanity, the killers left these broken vessels as little more than canvases to showcase the unfathomable brutality.

Methodically surveying the carnage, crimson residue clung to her soles with each measured step. That's when, crouched by the central scene scrawled hastily in still warm fluid, she saw it, Bonten's signature kanji, it imbued her very core with fear.

Rising with renewed purpose, Y/N's boots carried the stain of innocent lives cut short. This butchery's waves still crashed against her soul, not only had this crime syndicate crossed into open day, but they had done so with a sweeping tactic that was as bold as it was depraved. A taunt. A challenge. One Y/N was now honor-bound to answer. Come what may justice will be served.

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