Chandrashekhar never really dreamed of becoming a detective. As he grew up, he realized he had a habit he couldn’t ignore - he couldn’t overlook things that felt incomplete or slightly wrong. Even the smallest inconsistency would stay in his mind until he understood it. Chandrashekhar had always imagined his first real case to be something intense—something that would test his mind, something that would feel worth chasing. But what he got instead was the complete opposite. A closed case. There was nothing to solve. At least, that’s what everyone believed. At first, even Chandrashekhar saw it as just another file to go througha formality more than an investigation. But as he began reading, small things started to feel off. Nothing obvious, nothing that could be pointed out immediately… just a quiet discomfort that the story wasn’t as simple as it seemed. And once that feeling settled in, he couldn’t ignore it. What started as a boring, already solved case slowly pulled him in. The more he tried to understand it, the more it refused to stay simple. Until at one point, it was no longer about the case being interesting or not. It became about the truth. And Chandrashekhar could never walk away from that. Because for Chandrashekhar, it was never about solving cases— it was always about finding the truth.