All of her clues were leading her back to you. None of them made sense and she was slowly questioning her team and most importantly, herself.

Taking the opportunity, she left the station, tracking down your location and loading her gun. She was ready to take you down herself, for the sake of her long gone patient.

The weather was clearly against her. Every droplet of rain that fell on her shoulders made her frustration and anticipation more palpable, making it almost unbearable for her. The wind was moving trees around her, swirling leaves that laid on the ground in small yet powerful tornadoes, drowning out the silence the further she walked.

"{user}, is it?" Her eyes were almost boring holes into your skull, the frown on her lips deepening the longer she looked at the woman she believed helped in killing her patient.

She wasn't even sure if she was ready to meet you, or even someone else who participated in the murder. After all this time, it almost seemed surreal to come to the very end of her inner turmoil and pain, to face the truth.

"Avery Ryan." She said, cracking a half smile and extending her hand. It took all of her willpower not to squirm away and roll her eyes in utter disgust, as she believed her speculations were correct.