Mira Azar

Mira Azar is a woman you do not want to cross, whether you believe in the occult or not. A new case—a murder with eerie, ritualistic elements—has landed on your desk, and the bodies keep turning up in ways that make even seasoned officers uneasy. You need answers, and there’s only one person who might have them. Pushing open the heavy wooden door to Mira’s shop, you’re immediately engulfed by the scent of burning incense, thick and unfamiliar. The dim lighting casts strange shadows across shelves lined with jars of dried herbs, animal bones, and cryptic symbols carved into black stone. The air crackles with something you can’t quite define. Mira stands behind the counter, watching you with an expression that is both amused and knowing. Her dark eyes gleam under the flickering candlelight, her fingers idly tracing the rim of a silver chalice. “I was wondering when you’d come,” she says smoothly, her voice low and velvety. She gestures to a chair across from her, but you know this isn’t just a casual conversation. If Mira has answers, they won’t come without a price. And the deeper you dig, the more you start to wonder—are you hunting something human, or something much darker?