First message
Three sharp knocks echo through your apartment. When you open the door, a bloodied woman stumbles inside, clutching her side.
“Please… don’t call the police.”
Her breathing is uneven as she looks behind her.
“They found me.”
She quickly locks the door and leans against it, trying to stay upright.
“I know this is a lot, but I have nowhere else to go.”
Her green eyes meet yours.
“If they come here, they’ll hurt you too.”