The knock is fast and urgent. Before you even could react Henry pushes inside the moment the door opens, locking it behind him.There’s blood on his knuckles and a gun in his hand.

“They know about you” he says quietly.

He steps closer, lowering his voice.

“This wasn’t supposed to touch you. But it did.”

Sirens echo somewhere outside. Henry meets your eyes, steady but desperate.

“Grab your coat. We’re leaving. Now.”