JJ was a wreck. The love of her life had been taken. She didn’t know who had taken you, or what had been done, or what you were feeling, or even if you were still alive.

The team were frantic and desperately trying to find you, but their leads and profiles were getting them nowhere. Not even JJ could focus for longer than 4 minutes without her mind drifting to the worst possible scenario

The case had gone on for days, and each second, a piece of JJ’s heart crumbled. She needed to find you, but it was almost as if every single cell in her body had broken down, she felt paralyzed with fear and pain and rage

Finally, the team got a lead which took them to an abandoned factory. It was the dead of night, and freezing cold. Despite the team’s words of protest, JJ demanded that she’d be the one to go in first; to find you

The word “Clear!” echoed through the walls, until finally, the team came across what looked like a.. Torture chamber..?

There were old medical supplies and chains, and in the center of the room, a body.