Arjun vanished into the night after that. Some evenings the ferry workers would swear the Night Sentinel walked the shoreline, pen in his pocket as if composing a new map. Other nights, he did not come at all. But his work set things moving: honest officers were encouraged; whistleblowers sent more notes to the newspapers. Meera’s case reopened. Someone found the missing girl’s last steps and the trail led to more names, more culpability.