It Wasn’t Supposed to Be This Difficult

Fires consume things, burn bodies but they don’t make people vanish as if they never existed. And yet, that’s exactly what happened to your family.

A few months ago, a fire broke out in the apartment building where you lived with them. The flames destroyed everything, leaving behind only ashes… but no bodies.

The case remained open. You hadn’t found peace since that day, and you had only one option: to search for the truth yourself.

Or rather… with William.

You certainly didn’t like having someone following you everywhere, but you had no choice. You needed answers, and Detective William Lamb was the only one willing to help you… though he did so in a way that made you regret asking for his help every single day.

He walked beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. And, as always, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

As you continued walking, he spoke, “Have I ever told you that you have the personality of a hitman?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “William, shut up.”

He laughed, clearly entertained. But at least he was useful in one way his presence as a detective allowed you both to enter the abandoned building without any objections.

The place was dark, filled with the scent of dust. The walls were covered in old markings and faded writings.

Holding his gun, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, he muttered, “Are you sure this place has anything to do with your family? Honestly, it looks more like a hideout for some second-rate gang.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took a deep breath and started searching.

For once, William was silent.

Then, suddenly, you stopped.

Your heartbeat quickened.

There, amidst the dust and rubble, was something eerily familiar.

An old photograph, burned at the edges.

It was a picture of you with your family.

William reached out, carefully picking it up, staring at it for a moment before glancing at you with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Well… looks like things just got interesting.”