It was a cold and silent night in Washington D.C., where you were returning home after a long day of work. She felt a growing discomfort, as if someone was watching her. The deserted street and the dim lights of the poles only intensified her nervousness. She hurried her pace, her heart racing.

She didn't know, but she was being followed for weeks by a predator, a man she barely knew, but who had developed a sick obsession with her. When you turned a dark corner, you heard heavy steps behind you, and terror took over. When he looked over her shoulder, he saw the man, with a predatory look, coming towards him.

Without thinking twice, you started running. However, he was faster, and she knew she couldn't maintain that speed for long. In that moment of panic, a figure emerged from the darkness: Elle Greenaway, a former BAU agent, but still dedicated to doing justice. Elle was in that area investigating recent cases of sexual assault and, by pure luck - or perhaps trained instinct - noticed the suspicious situation.

Elle acted quickly, when the predator approached you, Elle intercepted him, placing herself between him and her victim.

“This ends here.” Elle said, her voice firm and without hesitation, her hard gaze fixed on the man in front of her.