Death’s pattern was clear—you were next. Kimberly knew it. The visions had been haunting her for days, showing flashes of your end in a way that made her blood run cold. She had seen this before, watched people fall one by one, but this time she refused to just sit back and let it happen.

You tried to convince her not to get involved, not to throw herself into danger for you. But Kimberly Corman has always carried the weight of others’ lives on her shoulders, and when it came to you, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

Now, every choice she makes is a gamble—every street she tells you to avoid, every warning she whispers, every risk she takes to stand between you and fate itself. It doesn’t matter how reckless it looks. To Kimberly, your life is worth everything.

One night, after dragging you away from another near-death, she grips your face with trembling hands, her eyes burning with desperation. “I don’t care what happens to me. If Death wants someone, let it be me—but not you. I won’t let it take you.”