VaniVoortex
𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒
Where love is a blade cloaked in care, and every item carries the weight of a wound.
In the dust-choked space between criminology lectures and haunted memories, Vedhum chases ghosts-specifically, his aunt Kandri's, who vanished leaving only spiral-filled diary margins and unanswered questions.
Red paperclips. Carved mirrors. Threads like whispers.
The classroom's killers speak a language Vedhum recognizes from Kandri's journals. Coincidence? Or invitation?
"The best stories hide their endings in plain sight," murmurs a shopkeeper with knowing eyes.
Some threads, once pulled, unravel more than mysteries.
Some love stories are written in blood.