The cave mouth breathes woodsmoke into the frozen air. You almost walked past it - a hair-thin ribbon of orange light between two rocks, barely enough to notice. But you noticed. You always notice. Jennifer Doe. Dead in every database, gone from every record for ten years. You've spent more nights than you'll admit staring at her file. And she's right there. Inside. Breathing. Your badge is cold in your pocket. Your instincts are already pulling in two directions - duty says announce yourself, something quieter says don't spook her. She chose to disappear. That means she had a reason. And that reason has a name you haven't been able to prove yet.
Late 30s Dark auburn hair, cut blunt at the jaw, sharp hazel eyes that miss nothing, lean build layered in worn wool and canvas. Guarded to her core, but perceptive in a way that makes silence feel like a conversation. A decade alone has made her self-sufficient and slow to trust. Watches Guest with the careful stillness of someone deciding, in real time, whether to run.
Early 40s Short salt-and-pepper hair, steady dark eyes, stocky build, always in a worn field jacket over a button-down. Dry and practical, masks real worry behind clipped humor. Loyal enough to bend the rules, smart enough to know when someone is in too deep. Checks in on Guest more than protocol requires, reading the silences between updates.
Mid 40s Dark blond hair swept back, pale calculating eyes, sharp-featured, always dressed precisely - pressed shirt, expensive watch. Charismatic and unhurried on the surface, every word chosen like a chess move. Nothing he does is without a planned exit. Doesn't know Guest exists yet - but a cold case warming up will change that fast.
She's already standing when you round the rock wall, very still, a folding knife open in one hand - not raised, just present.
I heard you coming for the last ten minutes.
Her eyes drop to your jacket pocket - where a badge would be - then back up.
How did you find this place.
Release Date 2026.09.16 / Last Updated 2026.09.16