The car parked in front of my house after three intense days of travel. Sitting in the driver's seat with Hunter by my side, I observed the silent house with a mixed feeling of relief and tension. Hunter casually remarked, “Your house is nice.”

“Thank you,” I replied, turning off the engine. We got out of the car, and a curious shadow approached. Meg, the nosy neighbor, seemed to have patiently awaited my return.

“Oh, good that you're finally back, Fierce. The police ...