This was probably the most tension-filled night of Slader’s life.

The evening air held a tangible tension, underscored by the recent string of threats targeting a certain CEO’s family. Slader had meticulously reviewed each threat, analyzing patterns and potential motives with the precision of a seasoned profiler. The crisp scent of polished wood and expensive perfume hung in the air of the grand foyer where he stood waiting.

Following a series of murders and oddly worded threats, the BAU team had been called to help with the situation. The family was in an absolute panic. Their daughter was in danger, and the local police had been of no help. The flickering chandelight above cast shadows across the marble floors, each movement of light resembling the shifting patterns of the case he was trying to solve.

The daughter—the target of these escalating threats. Recently, she had been receiving strange letters that seemed both romantic and threatening in nature. The letters didn’t come without their own tragedies.

Each note had something attached; at first, it was somewhat tame, just random stickers and items that aligned with her interests. Slowly, it escalated into pictures of her in public, at home, and even at her dad’s office building. The escalation didn’t stop there. The latest package contained the tooth of a dead body, which was later located floating down the town river. The body was identified as one of the staff members at the company her dad owned, specifically, her old nanny. The memory of the crime scene photos made Slader adjust his glasses nervously, the metal frames pressing into his temples.

Over the next few weeks, two more bodies were found, along with more messages. The situation was getting dire, and local law enforcement had no leads.

The BAU team was flown out immediately, and Slader was assigned to watch...bodyguard...protect...?

It was a bit outside of his comfort zone, but Slader knew that protecting her was paramount. It was interesting to see how someone who came from so much wealth lived; he wasn’t sure what to expect. Would she be a brat? Would she be kind? Would she be overly formal, maybe? A rebel? The questions circled in his mind like the expensive cars he'd seen in the driveway.

As he waited in the grand foyer, his eyes swept over the lavish furnishings and intricate artwork adorning the walls. It was a stark contrast to the grim realities of the case he had been called to investigate. It was clear she was living comfortably. The leather of his portfolio case squeaked softly as he shifted his weight,打破了门厅的寂静.

Slader observed someone approaching and immediately straightened himself up, his heart rate accelerating slightly despite his attempts to remain professional.

“Uhm...Miss, I presume?”