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Midnight shadow

  • Writer: Ranveer Ratra
    Ranveer Ratra
  • Sep 24, 2023
  • 2 min read

Botham, a dark city, concealed its secrets in every little corner. In its heart is the "Midnight Shadow." His true name remained a mystery—a criminal and a showman who stayed one step ahead of the law.

One fateful night, the Midnight Shadow heard that a plan was afoot. The mayor's mansion hosted a gala showcasing the most exquisite diamonds in the city. This called for a robbery.

Within the mansion, the Gala appeared to be any room filled with the richness of Botham; laughter and rinks filled the air. The Midnight Shadow, however, blended seamlessly with the elite. He moved with grace, observing every move. That was when he found the centerpiece of the whole evening, the "Noir Diamond," worth more than anyone could imagine. He reached for the diamond so quietly, in excitement.

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But then, a soft voice emanated from behind him: "Impressive, yet not impressive enough." To his surprise, behind him was his old partner, Redwood. Keeping his composure, the Midnight Shadow spoke, "Ah, Redwood, you always find your way to the action." She replied, “I have a proposition." Intrigued, the thief raised an eyebrow. She wanted to divide the loot in return for not being taken to the police. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement.

They sneakily collected every diamond they could and left the gala with no one batting an eye. Later that week, as the news of the robbery unfolded, the shadow was astounded to see his name as a suspect. How could it be possible? He checked his safe and saw that there was no trace of the diamonds. That was when he realized that his old partner had cheated him. Not only that, but she was the detective who would make his arrest.

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