The Sin of His Obsession
The night air was a shock to their lungs, cold and unforgiving. They didn't look back at the studio. They didn't look back at Isabel’s final, sacrificial act. There was no time for grief, no time for regret. They were two people with a single, desperate mission. Aiden’s mind, once a labyrinth of doubt, was now a single, focused arrow aimed at a point in the city. The photograph in his hand was no longer a clue; it was a map. A map to M’s final, twisted masterpiece.