III. The Missing Night She cross-checked CCTV feeds from nearby businesses and found a gap on a Tuesday night: all cameras between 01:57 and 02:00 were offline. The official excuse was "maintenance." Vendors remembered a truck that had blocked the alley; they remembered two people arguing about "the crate." One of them—an elderly stallkeeper named Hassan—remembered the sound of a woman laughing softly, the kind of laugh that didn't belong to anyone there. He tugged his beard and said, "She had a scar on her wrist. Like a map."