Arcane

If I could traverse the corridors of time, I doubt I'd tread them. Not even a fleeting glance would I spare. I'll shroud my wounds and persist in the race, even when my legs falter and my breath wanes. A single misstep unleashed the tempest, setting my story ablaze, reducing my now to embers, casting my tomorrow into a shroud of doubt.

They whisper warnings in my ears that the one who believes they hold the reins of power, yet they forget to caution against the master of masquerades-the one feigning folly. The puppeteer orchestrating the grand charade, who weaves your dreams into reality, only to trap you within their gilded cage, unseen.

There's a mystery going on the outskirts of the world, people disappearing and found them bitten, killed and eaten by humans, leading the authorities to think that it might be a case of cannibals, a lot of people involved, between them presidents, mayors, royals and all kind of people around the world.

But is it all true?

Large investigations have been throw around the world but all them have been left with fatal and lost evidence and more mysteries behind.

Can you unravel the enigma? Piece by fragmented piece, will you uncover the truth veiled within the shadows of deceit and unspoken love? Do you dare to investigate what's behind the curtain?