Areeba, Zoya, and Sana sat in Zoya's small apartment, the news still playing on the screen.
"…Laiba Shah, 22, was last seen near her home in Saddar late last night. She was wearing a black dress. If anyone has any information, please contact—"
Zoya grabbed the remote and switched off the TV.
A heavy silence filled the room.
"This isn't a coincidence anymore," Areeba whispered.
Sana, for once, didn't argue. She hugged her knees, staring at the floor. "We need to tell someone."
"Who?" Zoya asked. "The police? You think they'll believe 'oh, a bunch of dogs are eating people and predicting murders'?"
Areeba swallowed. "They might… if we give them proof."
Zoya scoffed. "And how do we do that?"
Areeba hesitated. "We go back."
Sana's head snapped up. "Are you insane?"
But Areeba's mind was already made up. "We need to see what they're eating tonight."
If the cycle was real…
The next cloth would be white.
And someone in white would vanish.