You were just leaving work, walking down the road. You took a shortcut through an alleyway, trying to get home faster today.

You were halfway to the other side when you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you stop and wheel around. “Excuse me, ma’am,” says an attractive man with dark curly hair. As you look at him, your heart stops. He’s dressed in a secret police uniform.

“This piece of mail you sent. We believe it contains a coded message to the west.”