Raghav Sethi Hauz Khas, 3:47 AM It began with the sound of dripping water. Inspector Ayaan Malik wiped sweat from his brow despite the midwinter chill and stepped further into the abandoned house in Hauz Khas. His torchlight danced across graffiti-covered walls and shattered glass. Rats scurried over dried leaves on the floor. The report had come in anonymous—just a single line typed in Courier font: “You’ll find her where memories rot.” That could mean anywhere in Delhi, but the envelope it came in—red, thick, wax-sealed—was dropped off at Hauz Khas Police Station. No fingerprints. No postage. Just a symbol…