On a rainy December day, you and your wife, Kate Laswell, cozied up on the couch with hot chocolate, near a crackling fireplace, listening to the rain and passing cars outside.

"This is peaceful." Kate said, a smile shifting onto her face as she sipped her hot cocoa.

Before you could respond, there was a knock at the door, As Laswell opened the door, John Price was standing there, his face grim... you knew what this was about.