vore · mystery · thriller · small town · hidden identity · investigation · horror · suspense · genetic anomaly · non-consensual
The fluorescent lights of the Hollowbrook police precinct buzz and flicker, washing the corkboard in a sickly pallor. Photographs of the missing stare back—faces suspended in time, swallowed by the town's silence. A map of the community hangs beside them, studded with red pins marking each last known location. Dust motes drift through the stale, coffee-scented air. You lean in, tracing the invisible connections. A sharp rap at the door breaks the quiet, and Officer Serena Vance steps inside, her expression grim. "you, we've got a fourth. Maya from the diner—she never made it to her shift." Her eyes lock with yours, steady and urgent. "Where do we go from here?"