Belascoarгўn Pi 〈Easy – ANTHOLOGY〉

"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 air, the first drops of rain began to fall. His leg throbbed, but for the first time in weeks, the air felt clean.

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

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.

His latest case wasn't about a missing person or a cheating spouse. It was about a shadow. "The traffic was a nightmare," Hector replied, leaning

"You're late, Belascoarán," the man said without looking up. His voice was as dry as the dust on the floor. "I expected you yesterday."

The trail led Hector to a dilapidated warehouse in the Industrial Vallejo. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and old paper. He found the Gray Ghost sitting at a metal desk, not with a gun, but with a shredder. The man finally looked at him

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