Moonlight Saga

g, mocking her with its simplicity. *I see you.* The message was chilling in its directness, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the killer was toying with them, alw

r mind racing. These men were dangerous, but they weren't the killer. They were just another obstacle, another distraction. "We're looking for information," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "A woman was attacked around here. We just want to know if you saw anything." The man laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Ain't nobody see nothing. And you're barking up the wrong tree, lady. You don't belong here." Olivia gritted her teeth, frustration boiling inside her. They were so close, but the locals were protecting their own, as always. She knew they wouldn't get anything out of them by force. "Let's go," she said to the team, her voice tight. "We're not getting anywhere here." As they backed out of the building, Olivia felt a deep sense of defeat. Smoketown had been a long shot, but now it felt like they were running out of options. The killer was out there, planning their next move, and they were no closer to catching them. The team returned to the precinct, exhausted and frustrated. Tom could see the weariness in Olivia's eyes as she sat down at her desk, staring blankly at the files in front of her. "We'll get them, Liv," he said quietly, trying to reassure her. "We just need to keep pushing." Olivia nodded, but she couldn't help but feel the weight of every failure, every dead end. The killer was out there, and every moment they were free meant more lives at risk. But then, just as she was about to call it a night, her phone buzzed with a new message. She grabbed it, her heart skipping a beat as she saw it was from one of the patrol officers she'd assigned to watch the LGBTQ+ gathering spots. *Liv, you're not going to believe this. We just got a call-a woman was attacked, but she escaped. She's at the hospital now, and she's asking for you.* Olivia was out the door before the message had even fully registered, adrenaline surging through her veins. This was the break they needed-the first victim to survive, someone who could give them a description, a clue, anything. When she arrived at the hospital, Olivia was met by a young woman named Kara, her face bruised and her hands trembling as she recounted what had happened. She had been walking home from a friend's place when she'd felt someone watching her. At first, she thought she was imagining it, but then she heard footsteps, getting closer. "I turned around, and there he was," Kara whispered, her voice shaking. "He was wearing a mask, but I could see his eyes. They were cold, like he was enjoying it." Kara had tried to run, but the man had grabbed her, dragging her into an alley. She'd fought back, scratching and kicking, and in the struggle, she'd managed to break free. She ran until she found help, but the man had disappeared into the night. "Did you see anything e