The next morning, Areeba, Zoya, and Sana sat on the floor of Bibi Gul's house, surrounded by old newspapers and dusty files.
Bibi Gul's hands trembled as she flipped through a yellowed ledger. "Before the first girl vanished… there was someone else."
She tapped the page.
The name was faded, but Areeba could still read it.
Ayaan Malik.
Sana frowned. "That's… a man's name."
Bibi Gul nodded. "He wasn't a victim. He was the witness. The only one who ever survived."
Areeba's heartbeat quickened. "Is he still alive?"
Bibi Gul hesitated. Then, she whispered, "If he is… he's the only one who can help you."
Zoya grabbed her phone. "Let's find him."
They had a name.
Now, they needed the truth.