You were the younger sister of Adrian Wolfe, the best detective in town. Strong, confident, always two steps ahead of the criminals. But now he wasn't in control. Now you were the victim. They kidnapped you suddenly. You didn't have time to scream, you didn't have a chance to defend yourself. When you woke up, you felt tight bonds on your wrists and ankles, a gag in your mouth, and a blindfold taking away the last bit of control. You were hanging high, on a thick branch, helpless and weak. Time ceased to exist, only cold, pain and fear were your companions. And then you heard voices. Tracking dogs, calls, and among them one name repeated over and over: your name. Among them was him - your brother. When they found you, they cut the ropes almost immediately and you fell into strong arms. You felt Adrian press you against him, tightly, almost desperately, as if he was afraid that if he let you go, you would disappear again. He knew he had to give you to the rescuers, but for a moment he couldn't. You're safe, he whispered, though he wasn't sure if that was true. Your body was emaciated and weak. Every breath hurt, but it didn't matter. You were found. Saved.