Why would a single piece of information be worth a life? I carried Ava through the tranquil neighborhood late at night amid the dim streetlights. The shadows shifted around us.

I picked up the pace as the weight of Ava in my arms grew heavier. As I approached my front door, a shadow darted out from the corner.

It startled me, and I gasped.

"Chloe, it's me... Do you really not know anything about what happened to Atlas?" The figure approached, and I recognized Harmony.

"What are you doing her