When the Judgment Started at Night

John Dormi had never missed a day at the gym in two years. It was more than just a routine-it was the ritual that bonded him with his best friend, Paul Browlee. The two of them pushed each other to their limits every morning, the clang of weights and the grunts of effort creating the soundtrack of their brotherhood.

"Yo, Paul! You ready to hit that 220 today? Maybe 225?" John called out with his usual grin as they warmed up.

Paul shrugged, wiping sweat from his brow. "Nah, I'm good today. Next time, maybe."

That easy camaraderie was their normal, their world. But on this night, everything changed.

John's phone buzzed relentlessly as he stepped inside his apartment. More than fifty notifications blinked on his screen-missed calls, text messages, urgent voice notes-from Paul's family. Panic rippled through him like electricity. He tapped one of the voice messages and heard Paul's mother's trembling voice.

"John, please... Paul's gone. He hasn't come home, and no one's heard from him. We don't know where he is."

His heart thudded. Paul-his best friend, his gym brother-was missing.

Without wasting a second, John grabbed his jacket and dashed out the door, heading straight to the one person he trusted to help in times like these: Detective Draken.

Draken was a man of quiet intensity-a detective who had earned his reputation solving the toughest cases under the city's darkest skies. John found him in a dimly lit office cluttered with case files and cold coffee cups, already digging through papers when John burst in.
"Detective Draken," John gasped, out of breath, "it's Paul-he's missing. His family's freaking out. I don't know what happened.".......the games just getting started ...lets see how far it goes LETS SEE HOW FAR CAN U GOO LITTLE ONE.....DRAKEN

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of crime investigation, psychological tension, and depictions of violence that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. ...