Chapter Four – Ayesha, the Journalist
Karachi’s newspapers had a strange habit: when something unexplainable happened, they tucked it away in the back pages, between advertisements for secondhand cars and missing cats.
But Ayesha spotted it.
“Another body, burned from the inside. No signs of fire.” She tapped the article with her pen, frowning. “That…
Chapter Three – The First Break
The alleys of Saddar were quieter than usual that night. Stray cats prowled near shuttered shops, and the flickering tube lights gave everything a sickly glow. Daniyal pulled his jacket tighter and lit a cigarette, though his hands were still trembling from the nightmare.
He wasn’t looking for trouble.…