> "She sees everything… but no one sees her."
That was the first line on the front page of the newspaper.
A girl in the school corridor gasped, waving the paper.
"Look! Look! The Masked Detective solved another case!"
Her friends crowded around.
"No name, no face… just that white mask again."
"She disappears after every case. Like a ghost!"
Laughter. Awe. Excitement.
But in the corner of the corridor, one girl stayed silent.
Aaradhya.
Seventeen. Class 11. Taraniketan School, Subarnagarh.
Her long black hair was tied back neatly. Her brown eyes hid behind thick glasses. She wore her uniform perfectly, her books in place, her answers always right. But no one really knew her.
Even when she stood in a crowd, she was alone.
They didn't know she lived in an orphanage with her younger brother, Amit.
They didn't know she had no one to call at night.
And they certainly didn't know what secrets she was hiding.
That afternoon, after school, she rode the STC bus home like always.
At Shantivan Orphanage, Amit sat on the floor, scrolling through his phone.
"How was school?" he asked, still looking at the screen.
"Same," she said, dropping her bag and taking off her shoes.
"Make dinner," she added, teasing.
"I'll burn it again."
"You always do," she smiled.
They made watery dal and roti together. It wasn't fancy, but it was warm.
That night, the fan turned lazily overhead. Aaradhya sat by the window, staring at the stars.
Suddenly, she froze.
The curtain moved—too sharply for the breeze.
She looked again.
Only moonlight. Only silence.
Or so she thought.
Meanwhile, at the Subarnagarh police station, two constables leaned over a file.
"Another girl's gone missing," one muttered. "Third this month."
The door creaked open.
A figure stepped in—wearing black.
And a white mask.
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Want me to continue with Chapter 2 in this revised tone?