Prey and Predator

Blair barely had time to process the scene before her – Moretti's lifeless eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, the woman in red standing over him like a vengeful angel – before she found herself caught in the undertow of a much larger, more dangerous game.

"You should go," the woman said, turning towards Blair, her voice a calm murmur amidst the chaos of Blair's swirling thoughts. "It won't be safe here much longer."

Blair's hand tightened around her gun, its cold steel a familiar comfort in the face of the unknown. A million questions clawed at her throat, but the woman's warning, the urgency in her voice, silenced them.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion, her gaze fixed on the woman's face, searching for a clue, a hint of her motive in this deadly play. Her instincts screamed danger, yet there was something about the woman, something in her cool, composed demeanor, that hinted at a shared understanding, a kinship in the shadows.