& Morgan The Serial Killer Collection By ... - Mason

Mason froze. The collector they had stolen from was supposed to be dead. He stepped closer, peering over her shoulder at the fresh, shaky ink. Item #13: The Thieves.

She pulled a heavy, rusted key from a velvet-lined box. It belonged to the cellar of the 'Midnight Strangler.' Next to it lay a cracked monocle once worn by a Victorian aristocrat who had poisoned half of London. But it was the centerpiece that made Mason’s skin crawl—a simple, hand-stitched doll with glass eyes that seemed to track his movement. Mason & Morgan The Serial Killer Collection by ...

(keep it supernatural horror or shift to a grounded crime thriller?) Mason froze

A low, guttural chuckle vibrated through the floorboards. The collection wasn't just a set of trophies. It was an invitation. And as the closet door creaked open, Mason and Morgan realized they weren't the curators anymore. They were the new acquisitions. To help me tailor the next chapter or refine the plot: Item #13: The Thieves

"We shouldn't stay long," Mason said, checking his watch. "The buyer is meeting us at the docks in an hour."

"He kept everything," Morgan whispered, her voice tight with a mix of revulsion and awe.

The rain didn’t just fall in Blackwood; it seemed to leak from the sky like a persistent, grey bruise. Mason stood in the center of the cramped apartment, his boots tracking mud onto the floorboards. Beside him, Morgan was already at work, her gloved hands hovering over a stack of leather-bound journals.