Esme vanished from the places she once frequented. She stopped going home. Stopped lingering around Valhale or the Aron Group quarters. It was a calculated decision—she knew that if Aaron or Helga caught even a glimpse of her, trouble would follow.
Because those two? They were the worst kind of fools.
The kind who would never let her walk through hell alone. The kind who, if they saw her jumping into a well, wouldn't even ask why—they'd just follow her in.
And she couldn't allow that.
She had already done enough. She had wiped out every last member of the organization lurking near Valhale and the Aron Group. Cleared them out like weeds strangling the roots of a garden.
But something wasn't right.
Despite killing more than forty people, not a single body had been found. Not one.
