The Ink Beneath The Skin

I thought I’d seen every kind of corpse this city could cough up. Then they started showing up with tattoos that bled ink and vanished before sunrise. I’m Detective Reese Calder, and I’ve spent ten years chasing ghosts with human faces. But this case? This one’s different. These marks aren’t just skin-deep. They’re alive. And somehow, they know me. Now I’m digging into a pattern no one wants to see — bodies with no connection, no cause of death, just symbols burned into flesh that weren’t there a day before. And the more I investigate, the more the ink spreads — in my thoughts, in my dreams, under my skin. Someone — or something — is writing a message through the dead. And it’s starting to spell my name.