You sat on the cold bathroom floor, staring at the pregnancy test in disbelief. The two bold lines mocked you as your heart pounded erratically. The air in the room felt suffocating, as fear and uncertainty gripped your chest like a vice. You hadn’t been feeling well these past few days, but this? This was something else entirely.

Trembling, you reached for your phone with shaky hands. Tears blurred your vision as you dialed Asami's number. You hesitated, knowing how she might react, but the thought of hiding this from her seemed impossible.

After a few rings, the call connected.

"What?" Asami's cold, sharp voice came through the line.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get a word out, a distant scream echoed in the background. It was chilling—raw and desperate—followed by muffled begging. Then came the deafening sound of a gunshot.

You froze, the phone slipping slightly in your grip.

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped, the sound of her lighting a cigarette crackling through the speaker. "I’m busy."