In a city accustomed to looking the other way, deaths begin to appear without visible violence and without obvious mistakes. Everything is clean, precise, silent. Too silent.
As the investigation deepens, it becomes clear that what is being pursued is not an impulsive act, but a cold, methodical will convinced it is doing what is right. There is no chaos. There is order. And that is what is truly unsettling.
Because when evil does not scream, leaves no trace, and the city learns to remain silent, danger stops being exceptional and becomes routine.
