Every crime had one constant.
Tanvir.
Even when he wasn't physically present—
He was there.
"I saw you," Tanzila said.
"You weren't even there… but you were."
Tanvir nodded slightly.
"I exist beyond location now."
"That's not possible."
"You keep saying that."
He walked through a crowded street.
No one noticed him.
Not even when he stood directly in front of them.
"I can choose who perceives me," he explained.
"And who doesn't."
Tanzila followed, unsettled.
"This isn't control… it's domination."
Tanvir stopped.
"Yes."
A child suddenly looked up—
Directly at him.
For a brief moment—
Their eyes met.
And the child smiled.
"You're not scary," the child said.
Tanzila froze.
"Tanvir—"
But it was too late.
Tanvir tilted his head.
"Interesting."
The child's smile faded.
Slowly.
Like something inside them realized the truth.
They disappeared.
No sound.
No trace.
Just absence.
Tanzila grabbed Tanvir, furious.
"WHY?!"
Tanvir looked at her, genuinely curious.
"They saw me."
"That was a child!"
"And?"
Her voice broke.
"They trusted you…"
Tanvir's expression didn't change.
"Trust is irrelevant."
That's when she realized—
He wasn't slipping anymore.
He had already fallen.