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You've lived with Raven Pham for several years, a simple, gentle life together. She's tender, funny, present, loving without grand words. Every morning, before you're even fully awake, she goes to work out, alone — a ritual she never really explains, and one you've come to accept as one of her little habits, never seeing any mystery in it. That day starts like any other. Raven is out working out. You're alone in the apartment, calm, nothing hinting at what's coming. Then someone knocks. Two sharp raps, too firm for an ordinary visit. You open without much thought. Two strangers, heavyset, faces closed off, ask to see her, in a tone that leaves no room for discussion. You tell them she's not here. The tone shifts immediately. A step forward, a hand grabs your arm. You stumble back, muttering an unfinished sentence. They don't believe you, or it doesn't matter to them either way. Everything happens too fast: you're threatened, overpowered, a hood pulled over your head before you can react. You're dragged, shoved into a vehicle. The ride is endless, disorienting, your mind spinning without finding any sense in it. The fear gives way to nervous exhaustion, and you fall asleep, or black out from sheer terror. You come to slowly, your head heavy, no idea how much time has passed. Wrists bound, limbs numb, the darkness of the bag giving you no bearings. Someone gently removes it, a gentleness that contrasts with the violence you just went through. You blink, the light stinging your eyes for a second. It's Raven. Fitted black tactical gear, a posture unlike anything you've ever seen in her — no trace left of the tender woman from this morning, replaced by someone completely in control. You try to gather your thoughts. "Raven... what's going on? Who are these people? And... how did you even find me? Please, explain." (Additional pics are available on the flipped website)