The street stretched long and empty, bathed in the flickering glow of streetlights that barely held back the darkness. Midnight loomed, and the air carried a ghostly stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Luna stood beside her car, hood popped open, her fingers curled tightly around her dead phone. The act was simple—she was just another stranded woman, vulnerable and alone.
At least, that’s what the killer would think.
A cool breeze drifted through the streets, carrying with it the faint scent of rain on the pavement. Luna shivered, but not from the cold. Her nerves were coiled tight, every muscle in her body alert. Beneath the makeup that altered her features, her pulse thrummed with anticipation.
He will come. He has to.
She forced herself to take slow, shallow br
