Crimson silence

The city doesn't scream when it bleeds.

It stays silent.
Bodies appear.
Cases disappear.
And the truth... is buried before anyone can even touch it.

No witnesses.
No evidence.
No mistakes.

Like someone is controlling everything from the shadows.

Watching. Waiting.

Erasing.

But silence doesn't last forever.

Because somewhere in this carefully controlled chaos-
someone is interfering.

Unpredictable.
Untraceable.
Dangerously close to the truth.

Every move they make breaks the pattern.
Every step they take exposes something that was never meant to be seen.

And the deeper this game goes-

The clearer it becomes...

This isn't just about crime.
It's about power.
Control.

And a secret so dangerous-
It was never supposed to exist.

In a world where nothing is accidental and no one is innocent,
trust becomes a risk...

And getting close to the truth?

That's a death sentence.

"You talk too much."

A pause.

Then a quiet scoff.

"And you don't talk enough. How do people even tolerate you?"

Silence.

Heavy. Irritating.

"I'm not here to entertain you."

A small step forward.

Slow. Deliberate.

"Good," a faint smirk,

"because your personality needs serious improvement."

The safety of a gun clicked.

Loud.

Clear.

"One more word-"

"You'll shoot?" a soft laugh, almost amused.

"Go ahead. At least then you'll finally do something interesting."

A long pause.

Tension stretched thin.

Dangerous.

Unpredictable.

"...You're impossible."

"And yet," another step closer,

"here you are."