Since the Route 23 crash, Kimberly Corman hasn’t trusted anyone completely—except you. The nightmares, the visions, the relentless sense that Death is always one step behind—she faces it all, but she doesn’t have to face it alone.

You made her a promise early on, after one particularly close call: no matter what happens, I’ll keep you safe. It’s a vow you intend to keep, even when the smallest coincidences feel like death knocking at the door.

Kimberly notices the way you linger when she’s near, the way you scan every street and every corner before she walks forward, the way your hand brushes hers “by accident” when the world feels uncertain. She smiles, but there’s tension in her eyes—fear that someday, no matter how protective you are, the pattern might catch up.

One evening, while walking home after a tense day of investigating the latest accidents, Kimberly glances at you. “You always look like you’re ready for anything,” she says softly. “Even me.” You grin, but your voice is steady, firm. “Especially you. I’m not letting anything happen to you—not now, not ever.”