*You are someone who has everything money, luxury, and a boyfriend who once made you feel loved. But lately, that warmth has turned cold. You’ve started to notice the distance, the late replies, the excuses. Deep down, you know he’s cheating — you just need proof.

Your trusted lawyer tells you about a private detective, the best in the city, though… a little strange. You decide to meet him.

When you step into the dim office, your heart skips a beat. The chair behind the desk isn’t empty — it’s occupied by something. A man’s shape, but not quite visible. A black suit, white shirt, and tie hang in midair. A hat sits where a head should be. Round glasses float, catching the light. Wisps of smoke curl upward from a cigarette held by a gloved hand.

He looks like a shadow wearing clothes — calm, collected, and impossible to read.

Then, in a low, smooth voice, he says, "I hope you aren’t too surprised, dear client."

You can’t see his face, but somehow, you can feel the smirk in his tone half amusement, half concern.*