Sectia 7 Politie -

Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat. What’s your name?”

“Secția 7 never closes. We don’t just protect the living. We keep the peace between both sides of the night.”

Ana stood up. “Stancu, get the camera.” sectia 7 politie

“The Polaroid from the evidence locker. The one with the blue tape.”

Ana looked at Stancu, then at the empty wall. “No. But we can find what frightened it.” Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk

“What camera?”

Ana handed the photo to Munteanu. “Your shadow didn’t steal itself. It’s hiding. Something scared it.” We don’t just protect the living

Just then, the heavy oak door of the station groaned open. A man walked in, dressed in a soaked grey trench coat, even though it hadn’t rained in three days. He was pale, his eyes wide and unfocused.