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Justice wears many faces. But when the mask is torn away—what remains?

In the rain-slicked alleys of Liverpool, a brutal serial killer known only as the Grim Reaper leaves behind cryptic messages and a trail of bodies. The city is drowning in fear, and the line between law and chaos is fading fast.

Enter Alexander Bluestone—a detective unlike any other. Cold, calculating, and unapologetically Machiavellian, he is a man who believes in control over compassion, precision over morality. Tasked with tracking the Reaper, Alexander begins a relentless hunt that spirals into a deeper conspiracy of corruption, psychological warfare, and betrayal.

As alliances shift and blood is spilled, Alexander is joined by the deadly assassin Roselia Dukeforth, the sharp-witted Madison Oakwell, and the fiery Darmian Shakesforth. But even as they uncover the truth, the darkness inside Alexander threatens to consume him. Because in a game where every move is fatal… sometimes the devil wears a detective’s badge.


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A psychological crime thriller packed with deadly wit, moral dilemmas, high-stakes mind games, and a protagonist who may be more terrifying than the killer he hunts.

The Devil Of Justice

The heavy doors of Mark Alberton's office creaked open.

Alexander Bluestone walked in, his usual confident stride unshaken, his sapphire-blue eyes as piercing as ever.

Mark leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. The tension in the room was thick.

He had seen the report. He knew the details. And yet—he needed to hear it from Alexander himself.

"You killed the director." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Mark's fingers tapped against the desk. "You didn't just kill a criminal. You executed a man who was still in an official position."

Alexander simply smirked. "And? That changes nothing. The guilty should not be protected by titles."

Mark let out a deep sigh. "You make it damn hard to defend you."

Alexander tilted his head slightly. "Then stop defending me. I never asked for that."

Mark rubbed his temples. "Grim got away."

Alexander's smirk didn't fade. "For now."

Mark studied him for a moment, then exhaled. "Get out of my office, Bluestone."

Alexander gave him a mock salute before turning and walking out.

Meanwhile—back at the detective office.

The room was unusually quiet. Rose, Darmian, and Madison sat in deep thought.

Finally, Darmian spoke, breaking the silence. "Are we… even fighting for justice anymore?"

Madison's gaze darkened. "We say we are. But…" She hesitated, then continued. "Alexander's methods—they're ruthless. He executes without hesitation. At what point do we cross the line?"

Rose gripped the edge of the table. "Justice…" She murmured, almost to herself. "Or something else?"

Because deep down—none of them had an answer.

CHAPTER 37: SHADOWS