That person wore a white eye mask, a blue top hat, white shirt, jeans, and a long blue jacket. Her black high-heeled shoes tapped softly as she walked.
She was the Mysterious Masked Detective—a quiet girl, around 17 or 18 years old.
She didn't talk much. She just focused on solving cases.
"I think this belongs to your case," she said, handing over a photo.
Inspector Ratan looked at her. He was in his early 30s, with short black hair and a small mustache. He wore a light brown police uniform, slightly wrinkled, with a name badge on his chest. A notebook peeked from his shirt pocket, and a pen was tucked behind his ear. His eyes looked tired, but sharp—like someone who had handled many cases.
He didn't like her much.
She was still a teenager, and yet, solving cases that police couldn't.
He thought, "She should live like other teenagers… not like this."
"Yeah, please tell me about the missing girls," the Masked Detective said.
Ratan nodded and told his constable, "Bring the missing girls' photos."
The constable returned and handed them over. Ratan gave the photos to the detective.
"Here are five missing girls," he said.
"I want full information," said the Masked Detective, softly but firmly.
Ratan opened his notebook and read aloud:
"The girls are between 9 and 10 years old. Their names are Sanchari, Sagarika, and Sagnika. All went missing this morning. No signs, no messages, nothing. If this was a kidnapping, there would be a call by now. But no one has contacted the families. All three girls are from middle- or lower-income families."
"CCTV?" she asked.
"Nothing useful. No footage," Ratan replied.
The detective paused, thinking.
"Okay. I'll come tomorrow morning," she said quietly.
She turned and walked out of the office, her long coat brushing lightly behind her.