Es vanished from the places she once frequented. She stopped going ho. Stopped lingering around Valhale or the Aron Group quarters. It was a calculated decision—she knew that if Aaron or Helga caught even a glimpse of her, trouble would follow.
Because those two? They were the worst kind of fools.
The kind who would never let her walk through hell alone. The kind who, if they saw her jumping into a well, wouldn’t even ask why—they’d just follow her in.
And she couldn’t allow that.
She had already done enough. She had wiped out every last mber of the organization lurking near Valhale and the Aron Group. Cleared them out like weeds strangling the roots of a garden.
But sothing wasn’t right.
Despite killing more than forty people, not a single body had been found. Not one.
At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. Maybe soone was cleaning up after her, erasing the traces. But as the pattern continued, an unsettling realization began to claw at the edges of her mind.
People were vanishing, yet there were no reports. No missing person notices. No grieving families knocking on doors, demanding answers. Even the police, who should have been swarming by now, had nothing—no bodies, no evidence, no sign that those people had ever existed.
It was as if they had been erased.
As if they had never been there to begin with.
A cold shiver ran down Es’s spine.
"How can this be?"
Everyone had soone. A family. Friends. Colleagues. Acquaintances. No one lived in complete isolation. Even the most ruthless criminals left behind a trail—an old lover, a drinking buddy, a landlord waiting for rent.
So how could forty people just disappear from the world without a single soul noticing?
Es’s grip tightened.
Sothing was very, very wrong.
Es didn’t stop at just noticing the disappearances. She needed answers.
She started searching online, combing through social dia, public records, anything that could give her even a trace of the people she had eliminated. She checked old profiles, Instagram pages, online forums—any digital footprint they might have left behind.
But what she found sent a chill through her bones.
Every single one of them—the people she had killed—had their social dia wiped clean. Gone. Their accounts were deactivated or deleted, their online presence erased as if they had never existed.
And what was even more disturbing?
The deletions weren’t random. They weren’t happening hours or days later. No—everything was wiped just five minutes after their deaths.
It was ticulous. Precise. Impossible.
Soone—or sothing—was making sure these people vanished without a trace.
Even their photographs were gone. There was nothing left of them, no images she could pull from search engines, no old tagged pictures in soone else’s posts. It was as if the world itself was erasing them.
But Es wasn’t about to let that stop her.
She might not have a phone or a cara to capture their faces, but she had sothing else.
She had her hands.
So she picked up a pen and sketched them, one by one. Every detail she could rember—the curve of a jaw, the shape of a nose, the sharpness of a gaze.
Because if soone was trying to erase these people from existence...
Then she would be the one to rember.
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In the heart of a rciless desert, where the wind howled like a mourning spirit and the air shimred with unbearable heat, a peculiar structure stood—an anomaly in the barren wasteland.
The building was yellow, dulled by ti and sandstorms, its five stories neither imposing nor insignificant. Its design was strange, reminiscent of an old-world fortress yet reinforced with tal and thick wooden beams. It did not belong here, in this endless stretch of nothingness, and yet, there it stood—silent, waiting.
The land around it was lifeless, devoid of any signs of civilization. No roads led here, no footprints marred the sand. It was a place that did not exist on any map.
Then, the wind shifted.
A lone figure erged from the distance, walking with purpose despite the brutal heat. Their white lab coat billowed slightly as they approached the building’s entrance. They didn’t hesitate—just reached out, grasped the heavy iron door, and stepped inside.
And in that very instant—the world swallowed the structure whole.
The yellow walls flickered, wavered, and then seamlessly lted into the surroundings. The tal shimred like heat waves, dissolving until there was nothing left. No door. No windows. No building.
Just sand. Just silence.
To any wandering traveler, it was as if nothing had ever stood there. A cruel trick of the desert, an illusion born from the relentless sun.
But inside—inside, beyond the vanished walls—sothing was very much alive.
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On other side.
The dimly lit motel room was barely holding itself together—cracked walls, peeling wallpaper, and the faint stench of dampness clinging to the air. The single bed creaked under its own weight, the sheets worn and stained with ti. The flickering bulb above cast jagged shadows, making the room look even more desolate.
Es stood on the small balcony, her sharp eyes scanning the towering buildings in the distance. The city stretched before her, its lights flickering like dying embers. It was a place she could no longer step into without being hunted, without eyes tracking her every move. But here, in this rundown, forgotten corner of the world, she could disappear—at least for now.
She turned away from the view, stepping back into the room with a quiet sigh. And then—
A sharp, searing pain tore through her chest.
Her body stiffened, breath hitching. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling against her racing heart. It felt like sothing was ripping through her from the inside, squeezing the air out of her lungs. Her knees buckled, and she slid down against the railing, her vision blurring as red tinged her gaze.
Her heartbeat pounded like a war drum in her ears. Heat surged through her veins, burning, spreading, suffocating. She gasped, her breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts.
What is this?
Her grip on reality wavered, the world spinning around her. The pain wasn’t normal—it wasn’t human. It felt ancient, primal. Like sothing deep inside her was trying to awaken, to break free.
But before she could even make sense of it, a wave of darkness crashed over her. Her body slumped forward, her consciousness teetering on the edge.
And then—everything went black.
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