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 tracked the alias to a warehouse.

Abandoned. On the edge of the city. Reports of screaming, but no bodies. No proof.

Just a name scratched on the wall:

When Shaw stepped inside, he didn't find evidence.

Photos of victims. Strings connecting timelines. Notes written in different handwriting. Some clinical, some maniacal.

But in the center—was a single Polaroid of him.

Chapter Twenty Two – Shaw