Synopsis

He found a hollow echo in the aftermath, a sense that the case wasn’t closed. Someone was meticulously erasing traces, tidying up the mess as if to conceal something deeper. The accolades felt hollow, the praise undeserved. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that the true unraveling had only just begun. A careful hand was at work, sweeping away the loose threads, and he suspected the puppeteer was still pulling strings.