Belascoarгўn: Pi

As he stepped out into the cool evening air, the first drops of rain began to fall. His leg throbbed, but for the first time in weeks, the air felt clean.

"Everyone exists, Elisa," Hector muttered, reaching for his worn copy of The Long Goodbye . "They just leave different kinds of footprints."

The man finally looked at him. His eyes were flat, like polished stone. "What do you want, Hector? I’m just a man cleaning up the past." BelascoarГЎn PI

Hector lowered his gun. "Keep your secrets," he said, turning toward the exit. "But remember: eventually, even the ghosts have to go home."

"The traffic was a nightmare," Hector replied, leaning against a crate. "And I had to stop for a smoke." As he stepped out into the cool evening

His latest case wasn't about a missing person or a cheating spouse. It was about a shadow.

"That’s the problem," Hector said, his hand tightening on the grip of his pistol. "The past doesn't like being cleaned. It wants to be remembered." "They just leave different kinds of footprints

The warehouse went quiet, the only sound the distant roar of the city outside. In that moment, Belascoarán realized the Gray Ghost wasn't a villain in a grand conspiracy. He was just another tired man caught in the machinery of a city that forgot its own history as soon as the sun went down.