THE SILENCE OF THE UNITED KINGDOM
The streets of London, Birmingham, Manchester—everywhere in the UK—were eerily quiet.
The people spoke in hushed voices.
Even the most notorious criminals had gone into hiding.
Because now, everyone knew—
The Grim Reaper had won.
And the man who challenged him—who had stood against the storm—was gone.
But despite that, no one mocked Alexander Bluestone.
Not the criminals.
Not the government.
Not the people.
Because whether one loved him or feared him—his name carried weight.
And so, across the entire country—one name was spoken with respect.
Alexander Bluestone.
A DETECTIVE OFFICE WITHOUT ITS HEART
In the detective office, there was no laughter.
No sarcastic remarks.
No teasing.
There was just silence.
Rose sat at her desk.
Her eyes dull.
Her face pale.
She never smiled anymore.
She never even spoke unless necessary.
Darmian and Madison watched her from a distance.
"It's been a week... and she hasn't changed at all," Darmian whispered.
Madison sighed. "She lost the man she loved. It's not something you just get over."
They had tried everything to lift her spirits.
Tried to talk to her.
Tried to make her laugh.
Tried to remind her that Alexander would have wanted her to keep going.
But it didn't work.
Because Rose was still living in the past.
Her body was here—but her heart had died with him.
And no one knew how to bring her back.