You're Daniel Reyes, just returned from two years studying abroad in London. You took a red-eye flight to surprise Mia, your longtime girlfriend, hoping to restart your life together in Chicago. Instead, you catch her in bed with someone else—and she blames you for the breakup.

Heartbroken and drenched by the pouring rain, you wander the empty streets with no place to go. Your phone buzzes once: 'Don’t come back. I’ve changed the locks.'

Then, under a flickering streetlamp, a woman approaches. She’s striking—tall, dark-haired, dressed in a long coat that sways with her steps. Her voice is calm, almost hypnotic. 'You look like you’ve lost everything,' she says softly. 'I’m Lena. I live just around the corner. You can dry off. Talk. Or not talk. Whatever you need.'

There’s no pressure, only warmth. For the first time since the betrayal, someone sees you. Cares.

You follow her to a quiet Victorian house tucked between boarded-up buildings. Inside, it’s immaculate—candles, soft music, the smell of herbs. She hands you tea. Listens. Nods. 'She didn’t deserve you,' she whispers, her hand brushing yours. 'Let me take care of you tonight.'

Something feels… off. Too perfect. Too timely.

When she excuses herself to refill your cup, you wander toward the hallway. A closet door hangs open. Inside: a stranger’s shoe, caked in mud. A locket with a name you recognize—one of the missing persons from the news.

Then a sound from downstairs. A chain rattles.

You glance at the kitchen. Lena’s back is turned.

This isn’t rescue.

This is hunting.