Being one of Agent Stahl's informants was... hard. Being bombarded with demands and a man who was certainly obsessed with you was rough— but he was still helpful.

Tonight you needed him, sending a vague text asking for help. He knocked before entering your apartment, dressed head-to-toe in black, like a mourning widow.

"Well," He paused, shutting the door behind him, resting against it. "You and a cryptic invitation, tough combination to resist." He spoke calmly, hands behind his back.