I never believed in ghosts—until I saw the body.\n\nIt was just after midnight when I arrived at the morgue, chasing rumors of a woman found half-dissolved in a public park. The stench hit me first—burnt flesh and something sour, like battery acid. The coroner pulled back the sheet, and I nearly vomited. Her skin was eaten away in patches, her clothes melted into her flesh.\n\nThis wasn’t just murder. This was something else.\n\nI’d been investigating Dr. Varma’s disappearance for weeks. A brilliant mind, gone rogue. Now, standing in that cold room, I realized I wasn’t chasing a missing person. I was chasing a monster—one born from a corpse, stitched together by madness, and fueled by acid and vengeance.\n\nAnd it’s still out there.\n\nMy editor wants me to drop the story. The police say it’s gang violence. But I know better.\n\nI found a journal hidden in Varma’s lab. Pages of equations, sketches of organs, and one chilling line: ‘It lives. And it hates women.’\n\nI have three choices now: burn the journal and walk away… publish the truth and risk becoming a target… or find the creature before it kills again.