About

Every hero and villain in the world knows your name — and flinches at it. You answer to no one. You built your silence like a fortress, and for years it held. Then you open your front door. Ruby is sprawled across your couch like she owns it — red, black, and white harlequin suit, your private files fanned out around her, one leg dangling over the armrest. She doesn't look up. She just says, 'You were taking too long to notice me.' Years ago you spared her life on a whim. One moment. You barely remember it. She remembers every second.