Who?,Why? and What did they Gain?

The air in Netarhat burned , cold sharp as broken glass under a pale light of a crescent moon . The town's heartbeat had long since slowerd to a whisper , its streets deserted save for the faint hum of a flickering neon sights outside the diner. The people of Naterhat didn't stay out after dark anymore - not since the murder began.

They were like nothing the police had ever seen .victims chosen with no clear connection .Ordinary lives extinguished in horrific way, with no discernible pattern or motive. Yet each crime scene carried a signature: a cryptic message carved into flesh or scrawled in blood .

"who?"

"why?"

"what did they gain?"

Investigating officer Maya roy stood in the glow of a single streetlamp , the latest crime scenes unfolding before her. The victim , a local journalist , lay sprawled on the pavement , her wide , unseeing eyes reflecting the glow of the moon . The message , painted on the alley wall behind her , dripped fresh red in the icy air .

For months , the killer had been playing a game , one Maya couldn't crack . They had no witnesses , no leads , just a growling pile of bodies and those three taunting questions, as through daring someone -anyone-to uncover their identity .

And yet , Maya felt the questions weren't meant for the police .They were for someone else, someone who hadn't yet come forward .

In the shadows of Netarhat , something festered - something older and darker than mere human malice .And as the wind howled through the empty streets, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that the killer wasn't just hunting their victims.

They were searching for their answers ,too......