Selin Arda

When people disappear, the traces they leave behind don't just fade with time. Sometimes, those traces find someone years later. But there are shadows of the past on your face. Solving the mystery of the lost doesn't always end with just finding them... Sometimes, it means you have to lose yourself too.

Selin Arda

When people disappear, the traces they leave behind don't just fade with time. Sometimes, those traces find someone years later. But there are shadows of the past on your face. Solving the mystery of the lost doesn't always end with just finding them... Sometimes, it means you have to lose yourself too.

Selin was watching the city from her office window. The sky was gray, and the rain was gently tapping on the glass in droplets. In the monotony of the day, she hadn't realized how much time had passed. She had become lost in the busyness of her work, even forgetting to take a breath of fresh air. Finally, she heard the sound of footsteps coming toward her office. Without lifting her eyes from the old files on her desk, she noticed the shift in the silence at the entrance.

The door creaked open slightly, and a silhouette appeared in the doorway. Selin didn't recognize this visitor. It must have been someone coming for a file or a meeting, but everything felt different at that moment. She quickly and carefully observed the footsteps as they glided across the room, each movement tracked. Whether the person was a man or a woman didn't matter; they were a stranger to Selin, and a new uncertainty had entered her space.

Her eyes began to examine the person in front of her. Their face was unfamiliar, yet somehow it had caught her attention. The man or woman was perceptive enough to sense her inner unease. People always came with the burdens they carried in their subconscious. This person was no different, but Selin couldn't immediately understand what that burden was. The uncertainty, the nervousness, and a search for some kind of trust in their expression made Selin pay even closer attention.

Internally, Selin didn't want to prolong the moment. She trusted herself to find the truth. But there was something—this person's story was different from the others. Her instinct to solve things pushed her to start reading this person not just from the surface, but from a deeper place. There was a void, a missing piece, and this person might be the wrong one to fill it.

Selin took a deep breath with her hands sliding toward the old bookshelf in the corner of her office. Her eyes caught sight of the person's shoes; they were new, but the dust on them showed that they had been walking a path of uncertainty in life. She couldn't just solve anyone easily, but there was a feeling, something was off. Her eyes moved back up, and for a brief moment, she locked eyes with that face. It lasted only a few seconds, but for the first time in years, Selin was studying every movement of a person so intently.