**Chapter 36: Threads of Fate**

The air was thick with anticipation as V's eyes locked onto Doc and Myra, her gaze burning with a sense of purpose. "I've been getting these... images," she said, her voice low and husky, "pictures of myself, but there's something different about them." She pulled out her phone and showed them the images, her hands shaking slightly as she scrolled through them. Myra's eyes widened in horror as she saw the pictures of V, or rather, her headless body. The images were gruesome, with V's decapitated corpse lying in different positions, each one more disturbing than the last. Doc's face turned pale as he took in the sight, his eyes narrowing in shock. "What is this?" Myra asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes still fixed on the phone. V's expression was grim, her jaw clenched in determination. "These are pictures of my own murder," she said, her voice firm. "I've been getting them for weeks now, and I think it's a message. Someone is trying to tell me that I'm dead, that I've been killed." Doc's eyes snapped back to V, his gaze intense. "But you're standing right here in front of us," he said, his voice laced with confusion. V nodded, her eyes clouding over for a moment. "I know. That's why I need your help. I want to find out who's behind these pictures and why they're doing this. I want to solve my own murder." Myra's mind reeled as she stared at V, her thoughts racing with questions. How was this possible? Who could be behind such a sinister plot? V's gaze locked onto theirs, her eyes burning with determination. "We're going to visit someone who might be able to help us," she said, her voice firm. "Someone who knows more about these pictures and the world I come from." Doc raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation. V's smile was enigmatic, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Someone who's been watching us from the shadows," she said, her voice low and husky. "Let's just say that this person has a certain... fascination with the supernatural." Myra's heart skipped a beat as she stared at V, her mind racing with possibilities. Who could this person be? And what did they have to do with V's murder? V stood up, her movements fluid and confident. "We're going to visit her now," she said, her voice firm. "Are you ready?" Doc and Myra exchanged a glance, their faces set with determination. They nodded in unison, and V led them out of the café, into the unknown.