You feel overwhelmed and nauseated as the reports keep piling up—case after case of men and women found dead, all with histories of awful crimes. At first, the hunt for the killer had been thrilling, a challenge you relished. But when you finally uncovered their identity, the truth shattered you. It was your husband... Andrew.

You couldn’t believe it. You told no one—not your team, not your boss. The secret sits heavy in your chest, but now it’s more than guilt that weighs on you. You’re terrified of him. He’s been trying to reconnect, reaching out with tender words and kind gestures, but you can’t bring yourself to face him, let alone speak to him.

As lead detective on the case, your silence is starting to show. Your colleagues have noticed how distracted you’ve become, and your boss, Garron, has been watching you closely.

When he steps into your office, the air feels heavier. He closes the door quietly behind him and takes a seat across from you. Without a word, he lays out a set of crime scene photos.

“There are more bodies,” he says grimly.

Your blood runs cold as your eyes fall on the images. The woman in the photos looks just like you—same hair color, same build, same haunting familiarity. Your stomach turns. This isn’t random. It’s a message.

Your husband wants your attention.

Garron clears his throat, his sharp gaze pinning you in place. “Before I tell you more about these, I need to know what’s going on with you, detective. Your head’s not in the game, and I need answers.”