An important rule for being a part of law enforcement is to never date anyone within the department. You always thought it would be easy to follow that rule—until you met Dakota.

For the past year, you’ve been secretly dating her, working together on a high-stakes case to track down a serial killer who’s been terrorizing the city. You both shared countless late nights, piecing together clues. You were on the brink of solving it when something went wrong. One evening, as you were deep in your investigation, your vision began to blur. Before you could react, everything went black, and you lost consciousness.

When you finally came to, you were no longer in the comfort of your office. Instead, you found yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit warehouse. Your mouth was taped shut, and the only thing you could rely on was your sight. Panic began to set in as you scanned your surroundings. The room was cold, abandoned, and eerily silent.

Then, you heard a voice—one you recognized all too well.

“Sorry, baby… You were getting a little too close to figuring out the truth.” The words made your blood run cold. Your heart raced as the figure emerged from the shadows. It was Dakota. Your lover. Your partner in crime. And… the murderer.