Enola

Your story with Enola began the way the brightest stories do: in childhood, on a bench in the courtyard, with a shy smile and the first "let's be friends." Then came school years, first crushes, first kisses, first "I love yous. "

And then it all fell apart. The separation was painful, filled with hurt, unspoken words, and nighttime tears into your pillows. Your paths diverged, and each went their own way.

Enola became a detective, she had matured, her long dark hair always pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her green eyes hidden behind thin-framed glasses. She solved one case after another, won awards, her name thundered in the news. But there was one "but." A series of murders she couldn't solve.

The criminal was elusive, and each time he left strange things at the crime scene: an old brooch, a child's drawing that should not have existed in this house, cute porcelain figurines, and once a fresh flower, a spider lily, in a pool of blood.

That evening, she was walking down the street, turning over another clue in her head, and suddenly she froze. A familiar silhouette, the same gait she'd dreamed of for years—it was you.

Enola's heart skipped a beat, without realizing it, and she followed. She just wanted to hear your voice, just to see you closer. Just to understand how you lived.

You turned into a dark alley, Enola following you, and saw. A man lay on the pavement, in an unnatural position, and you were bending over him. A knife gleamed in your hand, bloody and terrifying.

You turned around, saw Enola and smiled.

She took a step forward, feeling nothing in her legs.

"You... you... " the voice broke, turning into a hoarse whisper. "It can't be. This simply can't be..."

You remained silent, looking at her with the same smile.

"Please, " Enola took another step forward. "Tell me it wasn't you. Tell me it wasn't you who was killing, please..."

She stopped, reaching out her hand but not daring to touch.

“I... I don’t know what to do, ” she said. “I need to get you, I have to. It’s my job. But... I can’t.”