🖤 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇 🖤
Verity City is drowning in neon and smoke. Theaters rot, radios whisper lies, and every alley hides a face you almost recognize.
Reese Calder thought he'd left detective work behind-until a cassette lands on his doorstep. On it: a murder told in his own voice. By morning, the body is real.
Each new tape drags Reese deeper into a nightmare: streets that shift, faces that vanish, a city editing itself like film. His reflection flickers in old projectors. His voice bleeds through dead air. And someone is scripting his life-one that always ends in blood.
The question isn't who's guilty.
It's who's real.
A razor-edged noir mystery, where déjà vu kills and every broadcast could be the last.
( Thank you for reading! This story is part of a completed series I've written, so you can enjoy it from start to finish. I hope you get lost in it as much as I did while writing. Enjoy! :)