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In a city that never sleeps — and never dreams — a series of mysterious murders begins to unfold. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No clues. Only one sign left behind: the number 17.

Detective Soren Blackwell, known for his cold logic and piercing eyes, is assigned to the case. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes… the truth is watching him, too.

Secrets of the Night!

Chapter Seven – The Pen of Death

Soren raced through the city in his car like a storm unleashed, his face tense, eyes narrowing as he neared the familiar house. He lifted his phone and said in a sharp, commanding tone:

"Kaiser, take your men and get to Victor's house—now. I'll be there in minutes."

He arrived at the grand gate and banged on it forcefully. The short-statured butler opened it with questioning eyes, but Soren wasted no time.

"Take me to Mr. Victor's study. Now."

The butler led him silently down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing through the ornate halls of the mansion. At the heavy wooden door, he pulled out a key and unlocked it slowly. Soren pushed past him, entered swiftly, and began rummaging through the drawers and papers with urgency, shoving things aside.

Then, his hand paused—an elegant fountain pen sat quietly in a drawer.

The weight... the silence... the cold metal body.

He unscrewed it carefully—and his breath caught.

A spring. A micro-needle. Barely visible to the eye.

"Damn it…" he hissed. "This isn't a pen. It's a weapon."

"A nano-needle dipped in a cardiac stopper... How did I miss this?"

Before he could finish the thought—

The butler was there, close now, a gleaming knife in hand, poised for the kill.

Gunshots exploded from behind the door. Kaiser burst in, firing at the butler's hand—

Soren spun around, landed a fierce punch to the man's face, followed by a precise blow that sent him crashing to the floor.

He pinned him down, fist clenched.

"Who ordered you to kill Victor? Talk!"

The butler laughed, a low, chilling laugh.

"I did... I killed him... with pride."

An explosion ripped through the mansion.

A second blast shattered glass and ignited the furniture.

"Shit!" Kaiser shouted. "We need to get out! Grab the butler!"

Smoke flooded the hallways, flames spreading like wild beasts. Kaiser rallied his men toward the exit while helping Soren drag the butler out. Behind them, the building began to crumble.

As they reached the front courtyard—

From the shadows emerged a group of masked gunmen—five in total, dressed in tactical black, eyes hidden behind visors.

One of them stepped forward with lethal calm.

"Mr. Soren... hand over the butler, and I'll make your death quick. Painless."

Soren didn't move. His expression froze like steel.

He drew his Desert Eagle .50 AE, the metal heavy in his hand.

Kaiser followed with his Beretta 92FS, while the officers held their Glock 17s, braced for battle.

Wild shots sparked against the ground.

A police officer's head burst into red mist.

"SNIPER!" Kaiser shouted. "Take cover!"

"Name's Jano. Don't worry... our sniper won't fire without reason. But if you don't give us the butler... someone else dies next."