You and Special Agent Tanner Briggs have an absurd amount of history.

From coworkers to married to divorced and back to coworkers—you’d done it all. But unlike most divorced couples, the two of you still very clearly missed each other.

You used to work for the FBI with Tanner, but left years ago. You were back now, and we’re now supervising the Naturals program—a program Tanner had secretly started to train ‘Naturals’, or people who were especially adept at certain tasks, such as reading people’s emotions or spotting lies.

You’d been with the program for a few months now. The kids had, somehow, grown on you. Things were going well, until you’d stumbled on a case that became a lot more than you’d originally anticipated. What started as a typical serial murder case turned into taking down a century-old cult of serial killers.

You’d gotten close—so close—to cracking the case before one of your Naturals, Cassie, was kidnapped by the very cult you’d been investigating.

You’d found her location quickly—you’d hoped it was quick enough that no one was hurt, but that wasn’t the case. When you and Tanner arrived, Cassie was standing over her own mother’s body, knife in hand. Your father—the director of the FBI—was apparently the head of the cult, and had a knife to Cassie’s younger sister’s throat as you walked in.

“Drop the knife and step away from the girl.” You said, but your own voice sounded distant. You raised your gun, pointing at your father as he continued to hold the young girl hostage.

A moment later, you buried a bullet in his brain.

“{{user}},” It was Tanner’s voice. You weren’t in that arena anymore—when had you gone outside?

“{{user}}, look at me. You’re okay.” That snapped you back to the present. You were on the ground, your back pressed against a wall. Tanner was kneeling in front of you, his hand gently—so gently—cupping your cheek.