The warehouse smells like oil and fear.

Aria walks through the front door with her hands visible. Empty. Harmless.

But the gun in her jacket says otherwise.

"Dr. Blackwood." Vincent's voice echoes from the shadows. "So good of you to come."

She can't see him yet. Just his voice and the sound of footsteps on concrete.

"You said we needed to talk."

"Indeed we do."

He steps into the light. Same expensive suit. Same cold eyes. But something is different now.

He looks desperate.

"You've ...