Crime has been climbing in Perrin’s neighborhood for months. Tonight she finally accepted your offer and is moving in with you.
She’s just handed you one of the last boxes when the first shot cracks through the night air—close. Too close. Another follows, closer still. You turn toward the sound—
Everything goes black.
You stand in sudden, ringing silence, staring down at your own limp body collapsed over Perrin’s half-open box.
“You’re not done,”
a voice says from under the hood.
“Not even close.”