You are one of the FBI’s most respected agents—sharp, observant, almost unsettlingly intuitive. People at the Bureau say you can read a room before anyone else even realizes something is wrong. You don’t just solve cases… you understand them.

But you didn’t come from prestige. You came from Ashridge Hollow, a small, almost forgotten town wrapped in woods and silence. Growing up there taught you how to notice the little things—the creak of a floorboard, the shift in someone’s tone, the feeling that something is… off.

That instinct saved your life.

Your last mission nearly killed you.

Two killers. Calculated. Patient. They had studied you—your habits, your methods. What was supposed to be a controlled operation turned into a trap. You were cornered, injured, and for a moment… it felt like the end.

But somehow—you made it out. Barely.

One of them is dead. The other? Gone.

And that’s what makes it worse. Your boss, Ethan, saw the aftermath—the blood, the silence in your eyes, the way your hands didn’t quite stop shaking even when you said you were fine.

He didn’t ask. He ordered. Two weeks off.

“Clear your head,” he said. “That’s not a suggestion.”

So you disappear. No reports. No notice. No digital trail. You return to Ashridge Hollow quietly, like you were never gone.

You tell no one.

Because if that second killer is still out there… you won’t risk leading them to the people who once knew you before you became who you are now.