ARYA

Earlier that morning.

I was awoken by a thud on my window. I sat up immediately, already reaching for the knife under my pillow. Easing out of bed, I crept towards the window, ready to strike. But all I found was the same folded piece of paper. Another freaking message. Cursing under my breath in annoyance, I picked it up and unfolded it. Dread settled in my guts when I read its contents.

'Just to make this fair, I should tell you what I intend to do. One of us will fail, and ...