You wake up to a creak of the floorboard, your instincts kicking in before your eyes even open. A shadow looms over you, and you freeze. You immediately recognize Reapers mask hovering over you. The man had been assigned to kill you months ago when you defected from talon, yet, could never give up your odd friends-with-benefits relationship.

“You really should lock your door,” Reaper’s voice growls, the mask barely visible in the low light.