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Hans Schneider adjusted his glasses.

— What's your name?

The lips stretched into a smirk — not happy, not friendly. The kind that makes your spine crawl.

— Call me Nick.

Hans didn't look away.

— And how long have you been acting?

— Long enough.

In front of him sat not a thirteen-year-old with memory gaps. In front of him sat the one who filled those gaps.

Shadow in the Heart.

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He reached for his phone. Old, cracked screen. The contact — "Mary." No photo, just a name.

Ring. Second. Third. On the fourth, she answered.

— Kaiser?

— Mary. — He exhaled into the phone and rubbed the bridge of his nose. — I think I've lost my fucking mind.

On the other end — rustling. She sat up in bed.

— Be specific, Kaiser. You've always been crazy. What now?

— I talked to my mother. And I don't remember what I said. At all. Like I wasn't even there.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

She broke. Like someone had pulled the pin on a grenade and forgot to warn her.

— Do you even understand what happened?! Where you were? What you did?!

Eric listened. Didn't interrupt. Kept eating, staring at his plate with a strange, unsettling focus.

When the stream ran dry, silence filled the room. Wrung out. Dead.

He put down his fork. His gaze — attentive, direct.

— Done? Feel better?

Shadow in the Heart.

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The water ran hot. Almost boiling. Steam slowly filled the space, settling on the mirror and tiles. He thrust his hands under the stream. The skin burned red, but he didn't pull away.

He scrubbed his knuckles with soap — plain, harsh alkaline — until the skin reddened and started to sting.

The dark lines under his nails, the dried blood, reluctantly gave way. He cleaned them methodically, like a surgeon before an operation.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

— When we went in to see Kevin's parents… you looked different. Too composed for a kid who an hour ago kept saying "there's a gap" and "I don't remember."

Eric looked up — the confusion was gone. Only cold, heavy silence remained.

— Sometimes in the dark, things are heard better, Lieutenant. It just echoes back.

Morrison pulled his hand away. An hour later, he's on the phone with an old contact:

— I saw a thirteen-year-old kid who switches like a radio. I need to talk. Off the record.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 2 is already here ↓

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She looked at him as if trying to find the other Eric in his face. She didn't find him.

— What have you done?.. Tell me. What did you do?

— I don't remember. In pieces. There's nothing else there.

A pause lay between them like a dense layer. In her eyes, fear gave way to dull realization. She no longer recognized him.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 2 is already here ↓

The phone rang sharply. The sound sliced through the kitchen like a blade. Martha flinched and wiped her palms on her jeans.

— Frau Kaiser? Police. Your son Eric has been detained.

The word "detained" didn't find solid ground at first. It just hung in the air.

When she put the phone down, her body gave way. She slid down the wall. First emptiness, then a dull thud in her chest, like all the air had been knocked out. Tears flowed silently.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 2 is already here ↓