PROLOGUE
James sighed as his car came to an halt indicating that the gas was over, leaving the car he rushed towards the abandoned building praying that he could making it out alive from here.Hiding behind the closed doors he tried calling someone; someone who can help him to get out of here but the network was unavailable. It won’t be long before he will be caught, how can he rush the things? Why did he came here without proper backup?
Following the text messages and coming here was itself a great mistake; he shouldn’t have believed those messages he himself was a detective so how can he make such a big mistake? Instead of analyzing the clues and investigating with skepticism he rushed over here like an idiot and now his life was at stake.
He looked in the direction of doors as he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, there was no escape, now he can only wish that those people don't open the doors but even he knew it was impossible.He fell to the ground seeing the doors thrown open, this was his end.He promised to get justice for her but now he can only see her culprit and not do anything. There is one thing that he want to ask this person, Why? Why did he killed her? With this thought in his mind, he looked up at person standing in front of him.
His eyes widened in fear as the beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, looking at the person standing in front of him with a knife in hand. How can this be possible? How can she be alive? Wasn’t she was reported to be dead 2 years ago?
Out of all possibilities of this case he never thought about her being alive. He wanted to punish her culprit, to give her justice. Culprit? Was there even a culprit? Does she really needs justice?
