ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ғᴀɴ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ . ɪᴛ's ᴀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴏғ ᴍᴀʜᴀʙʜᴀʀᴀᴛ . ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ , ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғɪɴᴅ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴇᴘɪᴄ ᴍᴀʜᴀʙʜᴀʀᴀᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ sʀɪᴍᴀᴅ ʙʜᴀɢᴀᴡᴀᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴀɴ . ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs!
Just a glance. That's all it was. Now she's wishing she never had. Willow is an exemplary example of a spy. The best one around. But when she peeks into the folder of the one criminal she's supposed to steer clear of, everything begins to change, she starts to lose herself and just that one glance of the folder pushes...