The whispers call

Previously

…He drove back to the station, the silence in the car thick with unspoken fear. Sofía sat beside him, trembling, her eyes closed as if to shut out the world. Morales gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He was a man of logic, of facts. But tonight, in the heart of Valle Gris, the facts had begun to blur, and the whispers, no matter how much he tried to deny them, had begun to echo in the hollows of his own mind. The granite of his skepticism had begun to crack. And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning. The darkness of Valle Gris was far deeper than he had ever imagined.