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Welcome back to Crimson Whispers.
Last time, Detective Mara Lowell followed the flash drive’s trail to an old rectory turned safehouse. Inside, she found Elara Voss alive—thin, scarred, but ready to speak. Outside, families gathered, chanting names in the rain, while reporters streamed their defiance live. But the safehouse was never meant to stay safe. Footsteps creaked on the stairs above, and the circle had already marked its retaliation.
Tonight, the storm hits the doorstep.
This is The Safehouse.
By Massai EdwardsWelcome back to Crimson Whispers.
Last time, Detective Mara Lowell followed the flash drive’s trail to an old rectory turned safehouse. Inside, she found Elara Voss alive—thin, scarred, but ready to speak. Outside, families gathered, chanting names in the rain, while reporters streamed their defiance live. But the safehouse was never meant to stay safe. Footsteps creaked on the stairs above, and the circle had already marked its retaliation.
Tonight, the storm hits the doorstep.
This is The Safehouse.