Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

He had been following the case for months.

Five bodies. All carved with surgical precision. All with no witnesses, no signs of forced entry, no suspects.

But there was one thing they all had in common:

And Shaw had just gotten a tip—anonymous. A grainy photo of her in a motel parking lot at 2:44 a.m., days before the latest murder.

Holding hands with someone who wasn't there.

Chapter Sixteen – Detective Shaw