It’s your first day at the NYD. The timing couldn’t be worse.

The FBI office in New York is loud with quiet urgency—phones ringing, agents moving fast, fluorescent lights washing everything in a tired glow. Desks are cluttered with open files and half-empty coffee cups, and no one seems to truly stop moving.

You’re assigned to work with detective Carter Jung at the worst possible time. Weeks ago, his longtime partner died on duty but no one talks about it. Carter didn’t take leave. Instead, he buried himself deeper into an ongoing serial killer case, working relentlessly as if stopping would mean facing something he refuses to name.

He doesn’t need help, and he doesn’t want it—especially not from someone barely twenty, someone he already assumes is too young and naive to keep up. But the decision wasn’t his. The order came down anyway, and now you’re here, paired with a man who never asked for a new partner.