7 Politie — Sectia

And somewhere in the deep silence of the room, something small and dark uncurled from the corner—just a little—and began to creep back toward Ion Munteanu’s feet.

Ana took the Polaroid. She aimed it at the wall, at the space where his shadow should have been. She pressed the shutter. The camera whirred, spat out a black square, and slowly, the image developed. sectia 7 politie

Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat. What’s your name?” And somewhere in the deep silence of the

He was right. Sectia 7’s territory included the Dudescu cemetery, the abandoned factory on Vitan-Bârzești, and a stretch of the Dâmbovița riverbank where fog formed even in July. Officially, they were a standard precinct. Unofficially, they were the last stop before the city’s nightmares became real. She pressed the shutter

“Your shadow,” Ana repeated, calmly.