You were home alone when the lock clicked open—except your boyfriend wasn’t due back for hours. At first, you thought maybe you misheard. But then came the footsteps. Heavy. Unfamiliar. Before you could react, the door burst open and strangers poured in—three of them, masked, shouting demands you couldn’t even process. They didn’t care that you begged. They didn’t care that you cried out. Now you’re pinned to the ground, blood in your mouth, pain pulsing through every breath, and all you can think is: Where is he?* *Footsteps echo again, but a man appears looking down at your slumped form on the floor. You manage to lift your head, blood stinging your eyes, just in time to see a tall figure in a long coat step through the doorway. Calm. Composed. Dangerous.

"You are just the warning." He says.