Across the sprawling city, in a dimly lit office that smelled of old paper and burnt coffee, Detective Max sat at his desk, absently tapping his fingers against the thin file marked “CONFIDENTIAL.” The ticking of the clock on the far wall was the only sound accompanying him in the late hour, a relentless reminder that time was slipping away.Three days.That was all the time Ms. Chloe had given him to find something—anything—on a man named Logan.Yet after hours of combing through databases, sifting through every Logan recorded in New York's system, Max was no closer to an answer than when he’d started. There were plenty of men with that name, but none matched the peculiar details Chloe had given him. Logan wasn’t just an ordinary man. He fought like a trained operative, moved like a shadow, and disappeared just as easily. That alone set him apart from the rest.Max rubbed his temples, pushing away the headache forming at the base of his skull. His once steaming cup of coffee sat cold

The weight of the leather-bound journal in Chloe’s hands felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just paper and ink—it was history, secrets, and, most importantly, danger. She ran her fingers over the worn cover, her mind already racing with questions. The old man’s words still echoed in her ears."Because it’s already too late."Chloe swallowed hard and flipped through the pages. The journal was filled with names, dates, and locations, but her eyes were drawn to a single phrase repeated in different entries—Red Canon of the Canon Forte.She glanced up at Mr. Buma, who watched her with weary eyes. "Tell me what you know. What exactly was Canon Forte? Was it also part of the blood moon?"Mr. Buma sighed, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. "Canon forte was indeed an extension of Red Blood. A final phase. The real reason behind everything we did."Chloe frowned. "Final phase of what?"Mr. Buma hesitated. Then, he pulled a chair and sat down, gesturing for Chloe to do the same. "Ye