Today when Anna woke up she thought today was going to be great as usual, go to her daily routine, she was always happy when it came to work
Anna sat in the studio all happy and excited for her show unaware that she was going to hear a bad news today.
With Headphones on.
Microphone steady.
Voice calm.
"Welcome back to Find Looooove!!!…"
Her usual voice tone and words that flowed effortlessly, reaching thousands of people, Comforting them, Healing them and Guiding them today sounded off and with grief
Mr Thompson asked for the show to go on despite the news
one listener out there saw the difference and felt sad
"I am sorry" he said
After the show, the studio became noisy, each person asking a question
And the question that no one could answer was simple:
Why would a man like Jenkins end his life
The police arrived and investigation started
The investigation moved like a slow storm loud, chaotic, but going nowhere.
Mr. Jenkins, by all accounts, was not the kind of man who broke. He advised people. Helped them. Listened when others wouldn't. The idea that he had taken his own life felt… wrong,Artificial and Forced.
Even the police felt it.
"He was stable," one officer said.
"He advised people about mental health," another added.
"I don't buy it," the younger investigator muttered, flipping through the file again.
The senior investigator exhaled. "We're closing it. Head office wants it wrapped."
"But nothing adds up." The young investigator said
"That's not our problem."
the report stayed unchanged.
Case closed: Suicide.
Orders from above.
And just like that… the truth began to sink underground.
Later, the world called it a tragedy.
Mr. Jenkins was found lifeless in his office.
No forced entry. No struggle that made sense. No clear answer.
Just silence… and confusion.
On the day of Jenkins funeral
"I just wanted to talk to her," Ethan said, his voice filled with longing and regret. "I wanted to tell her about my past without her, about the things I've seen and done."
Others watched as they laid jerkins into the pit
The investigator's words hung in the air like a challenge. "Sir, are we really closing this case?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
"His house is still intact, nothing suspicious," the senior investigator replied. "The postmortem revealed that he had been taking that medication for about a week now. How can anyone be forced to take that medication for a week? He knew what he was doing."
The younger investigator nodded, but his doubts lingered. "But sir, I still feel that nothing seems right," he said, his brow furrowed in concern.
" the letter and pen had his fingerprints and the letter read;
"I am sorry for everything, tomorrow when you wake up you might not see me around"
The senior investigator sighed. "Maybe we're thinking too much. He really committed suicide. We're closing the case just like the head office wanted."
"How could you find anything? The kidnapping happened outside his house but the rest happened inside his house and the last in his office" Ethan wiped his tears
Flash back
Jerkin was tied to a chair in his house.
"I just want to talk to her," Ethan said softly, almost pleading. His voice cracked at the edges. "I just want her to hear me."
Jenkins didn't look convinced.
"Write a message," he replied flatly. "Send it through the station. That's how it works."
It should have ended there.
It didn't.
Because Jenkins thought he had outsmarted him
But Ethan didn't leave, He studied, He waited,
And then he acted.
He started throwing things making a mess at jerkins house and causing him fear
"Oh," Ethan whispered later, staring into nothing. A soft laugh escaped his lips.
"Were you scared? Well don't be" he sat down and breathed softly
"I'm not a bad person, no I am not the bad person… you … you are" he said
"How am I the bad person?" Jerkins asked
Ethan's smile didn't fade when he spoke.
It darkened.
"you should've let me in," he said calmly, almost too calmly. "I would've found her myself. No problem."
He turned slightly, as if the conversation had already bored him.
Then added softly:
"But it's fine… you were just doing your job."
A pause.
His eyes sharpened.
"Help me write something. You know I can't write properly."
The guard hesitated.
That hesitation was the last mistake he ever got to make.
Ethan watched him write the note with trembling hands.
Every stroke of the pen sealed something invisible in the air.
When it was done, Ethan smiled.
Slow. Controlled.
Satisfied.
"Oh…" he whispered, taking the paper. "That was easier than I expected."
Then he laughed.
Not loudly.
Not wildly.
But in a way that made silence feel unsafe.
"I didn't think it would be this simple," he added, almost impressed with himself.
"I know after I release you, you will have me arrested again but it's fine but can you give me just this night to be with my family and leave this letter for them" Ethan said as he released him and left
After Ethan left, Jenkins reached for his phone.
The screen was cracked.
No signal.
No response.
"…strange," he muttered.
He stood up slowly, tired and troubled
Jenkins went for his phone, but it was broken. So He decided to go to the office and make the call. "Everything is ruined here, but that's good," Jenkins said to himself. "This will be an evidence."
He decided to head to the office and File a report.
When Jenkins went to his office, he saw the letter he had written for Ethan and the same pen on his table and got anxious, He grabbing his medicine in his pocket and took his medication, but slowly he started to feel dizzy.
Ethan, meanwhile, was already somewhere else.
Watching.
Waiting.
Thinking.
"People always think the problem is at the front door," he whispered to himself. "But it's never the front door."
By the time Jenkins reached his office, the room wasn't different.
He sat down and saw the letter and pen
And for the first time… hesitated.
Then he took his medication.
A routine habit.
A normal action and A final mistake.
Ethan stood far away, unseen, almost like a shadow that didn't belong to any wall.
"This part is always interesting," he muttered softly. "The moment everything starts to fall into place… without them realizing it."
Jenkins' breathing slowed inside the office.
The world outside continued as if nothing was happening.
That was the cruelest part.
Nothing ever warns you when the story is already ending.
Somewhere Else that night Anna did a late night show
She laughed into the microphone.
Her voice warm. Bright. Alive.
"Welcome back to Find Looooove!!!"
And millions listened.
Unaware.
Unprotected.
Connected to a voice that was slowly becoming part of something far bigger than love… or even obsession.
Ethan
He stood still in the dark.
Not angry anymore.
Not chaotic.
Just focused.
Like someone finally reading a map he had been drawing his whole life.
"I'm not the villain," he whispered.
A pause.
"I'm just… the result."
And somewhere in the distance…
Anna's voice played again.
And Ethan listened like the world only made sense when she was speaking.
Flash back ends
"Expensive job," he whispered to himself. "Murder isn't cheap after all."
A pause.
Then a faint laugh.
Ethan watched from a distance, calm as ever.
He had already moved pieces around like a game board no one else knew they were playing.
Every trace… adjusted.
Every mistake… erased.
Days before, he had noticed something small almost meaningless.
Jenkins taking medication.
Routine. Ordinary. Harmless.
But in Ethan's mind, nothing was harmless.
Everything was a tool.
Everything was a weakness.
The day Jenkins finally collapsed, it wasn't sudden.
It was slow. He had replaced his medication that day he got him arrested.
A growing dizziness. A confusion he tried to fight. A body betraying him in silence while the world continued normally outside.
His last clear thought was not fear.
It was confusion. How?
"Oh goodness, that's a lot of money and effort," Ethan said to himself. "I didn't know murdering this man would be this expensive and time-consuming."
"But Ethan why didn't you place a tracker in the gifts you sent Anna? This death could have been avoided." Ethan said jokingly and then answered himself
"There's no fun in that and besides this security guy seemed to have loved his job so much that nothing was going to pass so you see the murder was bound to happen"
A faint smile.
A colder thought followed.
"Some people don't just obey… they protect. Until they can't."
Ethan had been watching Jenkins since the first day he denied him entry into the studio. And he saw Jenkins taking some medication now and then.
"I'm sorry," Ethan whispered later after everyone had left tears sliding down his face as he stood over what was left of a man who never saw it coming. "I really am."
But even as the apology left his lips, something darker lingered underneath it.
Not regret.
Memory.
Because Ethan's past was never just background.
It was the engine.
War had built him in fragments gunfire, blood-soaked silence, decisions that never stopped echoing. He had learned how to survive, yes…
But not how to stop.
And then came Anna.
Her voice.
Warm. Steady. Alive.
A radio signal that felt like peace in a mind built for war.
He didn't just listen.
He attached himself to it.
Slowly. Irreversibly.
But love was never the full story.
Neither was obsession.
There was something else inside Ethan something fractured.
Something that didn't just want connection…
It wanted control.
And as the investigation closed on a lie, and Anna spoke into a microphone unaware of the storm forming in silence…
Ethan was already closer than anyone realized.
Waiting for the moment the past would finally meet the present.