The whispers call

Previously

…“It exists, Detective,” Elena said, her voice firm, unwavering. “It exists in the fear, in the shadows, in the very fabric of this town. And it is growing stronger. It is feeding.” Sofía looked at her grandmother, at the ancient wisdom in her eyes, and knew that this was not madness. This was a truth, a terrible, terrifying truth that had been hidden for far too long. The whispers were real. And they were calling her name. The unseen force was no longer unseen. It was reaching out, and it was about to touch her.