Kitty stared at the antique painting under the faint light of her basement workshop, her latex gloves still stained with traces of iodine from her day at the hospital. By day, she drew blood from strangers, her gentle touch masking the keen observational skills honed over years of careful practice. But by night, she transformed. Art was her passion, and the secrets of the centuries-old masterpieces she restored had her hooked like a detective to a case. Tonight, however, felt different. As she meticulously removed layers of grime from the corner of a forgotten portrait, her brush froze. Beneath the varnish was a ghostly signature, its strokes thin and deliberate, like a whisper meant only for her. But the name inscribed wasn't in the records she’d researched—it shouldn’t even be here. Kitty's pulse quickened as she realized this could be more than a simple restoration. This could be a clue to a mystery she’d never meant to uncover.