Rain hammered the cobblestone streets of Blackwater like a drum signaling doom. Neon signs flickered in puddles, their distorted reflections creating faces where no one stood. Detective Lila Harper pulled her coat tighter, the damp seeping into her bones as she approached the alley at the edge of town.
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The alley was empty—at least at first glance. Then she saw it: a single shoe lying in the gutter, torn and muddy, pointing toward the darkness. No one else was around, no footprints except her own.
A whisper of movement caught her attention. Lila froze, listening. Something—or someone—had been here moments ago. And whatever it was… was gone.
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Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A text from an unknown number:
"She knows. And now, so do you."
Lila’s pulse quickened. Her instincts screamed danger, but curiosity—dangerous curiosity—pushed her forward.
As she stepped deeper into the shadows, a scream echoed from somewhere above. The kind of scream that chills the blood and makes the rain feel like acid. Then silence.
Only the sound of her own breathing and the distant drip of water.
Something in Blackwater was hiding. And tonight, Lila Harper was about to uncover secrets that had been buried for decades.
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