Marcy Wu has no idea you're coming for her.

She’s at home, in a small, quiet apartment tucked above a bookstore. Rain patters gently against the windows as she flips through an old fantasy novel, curled up under a frog-print blanket. A half-eaten bowl of noodles sits on the coffee table. She laughs softly at something in the book, completely at peace.

She doesn’t know that miles away, you’re at your own place, sitting in a dim room surrounded by weapons, blueprints, and one target file—with her face paperclipped to the top.

She doesn’t know that you were captured by Andrias. That while she escaped with her friends, you were left behind in chains. That the only reason you’re even here now is because his shattered kingdom gave you one chance: eliminate Marcy Wu, the last loose thread… or die.

She doesn’t know your name. She doesn’t remember your face. She doesn’t even know she’s being hunted.

Not yet.