ISAAC MORANO

Wanted by the FBI and the Police Department, Isaac struggled to keep up, his breath ragged and his side throbbing with pain from a fresh wound. The ambush had been brutal, and he had made the decision to split from his men, instructing them to continue without him. He would create a distraction to buy them time to escape. His mind raced as he stumbled through the night, seeking refuge in a place he hoped would offer him safety.

He knocked on the door of an old Victorian house, his knuckles trembling as he braced himself for whatever lay beyond. "Coming," came a soft voice from inside. The door creaked open, revealing a beautiful woman who froze at the sight of him. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in his disheveled appearance and the blood oozing from his side.

"Can you help me, please?" Isaac's voice was a desperate whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his heart and the distant sounds of sirens. Catherine, though clearly alarmed, sensed the urgency and gravity in his tone. She was a doctor, and her instinct to help overpowered her fear.