The Heavenly Demon of Terror

After officially joining Blackhawk Investigations, I didn't waste any time. The boss, Edward Cross, handed me my first case—the missing brother. A simple job, but a good way to test my skills in this world.

Sitting at my new desk, I flipped through the file again, scanning every detail. The client, Melissa Hartman, had reported her younger brother, Ryan Hartman, missing a week ago. His last known activity was withdrawing cash from an ATM at a gas station on Westwood Avenue. No phone calls, no bank transactions, no social media activity since. The police had dismissed it as an adult disappearance, but Melissa swore something was wrong.

I leaned back, thinking aloud. "A grown man doesn't just disappear after withdrawing cash unless he planned to—or something happened to him."

Across from me, Edward raised an eyebrow. "So, what's your move?"

I smirked. "I'm heading to the gas station. Deleted footage or not, I'll get something."

Edward nodded, clearly testing me. "Take someone with you."

I shook my head. "I work better alone."

He chuckled. "Suit yourself."

Westwood Avenue Gas Station

The gas station was nearly empty when I arrived. A bored-looking attendant stood behind the counter, scrolling through his phone. He barely glanced at me as I approached.

"Hey," I said, flashing him a casual grin. "Got a minute?"