Crimson stains splattered against the concrete floor of the alley way, as the little girl let out a wild scream. Her father fell to the ground, blood pouring from the gunshot wound. BANG! The next to fall was her mother, her dear mother. The woman who had raised her to become a light in this dark world, to always find hope and look on the bright side. But at the moment, there was no bright side. Hope fell to the ground next to her parents, hot tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her brother crouched beside her, about to protectively wrap his arms around her, but what happened next stopped him from doing so. A crimson pool spread across Hope's white shirt, near her abdomen. Blood trickled from her pale lips, sliding down her chin. She felt herself falling down, landing on the ground. Rain began to pour, mixing with the blood of her mother, father, and herself. Hope Knight was dead.

It's been a year since Wally died. Artemis is still coping with the grief as she sits in her Palo Alto condo. She is about to have her world turned upside down by just one knock on her door