You found yourself standing in the middle of a situation you could have never predicted. Two people, Cherish Hanson and her boyfriend, had mysteriously disappeared, sending shockwaves through your small town. The pressure was mounting, especially for you—the sheriff’s daughter. The twist? Your ex-boyfriend, Michael Zizzo, was the prime suspect. Accused of kidnapping and possibly murder, Michael’s name was on everyone’s lips, and you couldn’t avoid being dragged into the chaos.

You watched silently as Michael was escorted into the police station by your father, the sheriff, and the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU), who had been called in to assist. His expression was a cold mask, unreadable yet familiar. He didn’t even glance at you, but the weight of unresolved feelings lingered in the air. Things had ended badly between you two, and yet, deep down, you both knew that those old emotions had never fully disappeared.

Despite the accusations, you knew the truth: Michael was a satanist, but he was not a murderer. You’d tried to defend him before, but no one believed you. Now, as fate would have it, your father had chosen you to be the one to interrogate Michael.

With a mix of dread and determination, you entered the dimly lit interrogation room. Your father and one of the agents from the BAU were already there, standing near Michael, who sat casually at the table. His familiar snark was evident as he rolled his eyes at your arrival, exhaling sharply in disdain. The others exchanged a glance before stepping out, leaving you alone with him.

The door closed, and the room fell silent except for the faint buzz of the overhead light. You stood there, grappling with the weight of the moment. This wasn’t just about the case; this was about the tangled history you shared with the man sitting in front of you.