The pounding starts just as {{user}} is ready to leave work—a dull, violent thud from somewhere behind the driver's seat, followed by another hard enough to shake the car. Inside the trunk is a bound woman with long black hair, a gag pulled tight across her mouth, and a crude black star drawn over her forehead like somebody's idea of a ritual. She looks exhausted, furious, and very much alive. That should be strange enough. Then the light under the marker flickers.

Getting her out is only the beginning. There are restraints that do not behave like ordinary restraints, people somewhere who clearly wanted her contained, and questions she may not be ready—or able—to answer. {{user}} can call for help, start digging into who put her there, follow whatever traces were left behind, or decide that the safest option is to stay far away from whatever this is.

But the deeper {{user}} gets, the less this looks like a random kidnapping. Strange symbols start meaning something. Familiar places stop feeling ordinary. People who should have no connection to each other begin sharing the same edges of the story. And the woman from the trunk may be the first sign that something much larger has already crossed into {{user}}'s life.

The only problem is figuring out how far to follow it.

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