PROLOUGE

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The rain fell in sheets, turning the city streets into rivers of glistening black. The neon lights from downtown reflected on the puddles, casting a cold, eerie glow. Emily stood under a streetlamp, her coat pulled tightly around her, waiting.

It was here, in this forgotten corner of the city, that her life had changed two years ago.

She glanced at the newspaper clipping in her hand, her fiancé's face smiling up at her from the "Obituaries" section. Steven Carter: Beloved lawyer, tragically killed in a hit-and-run. They'd called it an accident, but Emily had never believed that. Something had felt wrong from the start, but the police had closed the case within weeks.

Now, she was holding a note, slipped under her apartment door that morning, with just two words: "It wasn't."

Emily's heart pounded as she scanned the empty street. She had no idea who had sent the note, but it had reawakened every doubt, every suspicion she had buried since Steven's death. Someone knew something. Someone knew the truth.

A figure appeared from the shadows-a man, tall and broad-shouldered, stepping into the dim light. His face was hidden under a hood, but his voice was low and tense.

"You're looking for answers about Steven Carter?"

Emily's breath caught. "Who are you?"

"That's not important," the man replied. "What's important is what you'll do with what I'm about to tell you."

Her pulse quickened. "What do you know?"

The man glanced around, his paranoia evident. "Your fiancé... he was mixed up in something. Something dangerous. His death wasn't an accident."

Emily's heart raced. "What are you talking about?"

Before the man could answer, a screech of tires pierced the air. A black car swerved around the corner, its headlights blinding. Emily barely had time to react before the man was shoved to the ground by the force of a speeding car slamming into him.

She screamed as the car sped off, leaving the man lying lifeless in the rain.

The note in her hand crumpled, soaked in the rain, as she stood frozen, her mind spinning with fear and confusion. Whoever had killed her fiancé was still out there, and now, they knew she was looking for answers.

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