The Drowning Glyph

In Meridian City, the moon has vanished. And the bodies have begun to surface. For seven nights, the sky above Meridian City has remained moonless. On the eighth, a body is found-lungs filled with black ink, skin etched with a glowing glyph no one can translate. Inspector Aya Lin, the city's first official Occult Crimes Investigator, is called in. Haunted by truths no one believes and driven by an obsession with patterns others miss, Aya knows this isn't an isolated death-it's the opening line of something far older, and far darker.
As more victims appear-always on moonless nights, always marked-Aya follows the trail into the city's underbelly: abandoned subway altars, whispering cults, and a forbidden language believed to be impossible to speak. Her only ally is Veyra Hollow, a blind linguist who hears magic in echoes and once worked on the city's buried dream-mapping project. Together, they uncover a horrifying truth: the glyphs aren't written-they're summoned.
And each death is part of a living incantation unfolding piece by piece. toward a final, unknown conclusion. Then a photograph surfaces from one of the scenes. In the background, mid-frame, is Mara Chen-Aya's missing rival and Meridian's most elusive street photographer. But the image is wrong. The moment it captures never happened, and the ink in the photo is starting to ripple. Time is bending. Language is becoming lethal.
And if Aya can't break the spell before the final glyph is written, the last breath it steals may be her own.