Some secrets demand silence—others demand action.
⚡ Grab Hold First Line
The hiss of the espresso machine almost drowned them out, but not enough.
He sat with his laptop open, pretending to scroll through emails, when their words cut through the café’s chatter like a knife: “Tonight, after he falls asleep, it ends.” His pulse spiked, the latte cooling untouched at his side. The man leaned in, voice low but edged with menace, while the woman nodded, eyes darting nervously toward the door. They were planning her husband’s death, and here he was—an accidental witness in the wrong place at the wrong time. His brain screamed to call the police, but his legs moved before reason caught up. The couple left, their laughter floating behind like smoke, and he followed them into the night. Every step closer raised a thousand questions: Was he brave, foolish, or already marked? The streetlights flickered, shadows stretching long and hungry. He knew nothing about them—yet he knew too much. Curiosity and dread wrestled in his chest as he trailed them past the neon blur of shops. One thing was certain: whatever path he was on now, there was no turning back.