Crimson Target

She changed her name. Burned her past. Disappeared into the shadows.

But secrets like hers don't stay buried for long. Now, someone's hunting her. Or maybe everyone is.

Whispers follow her like a ghost, too soft to trust, too sharp to ignore. She doesn't know who's playing the game. She just knows they all want something.

Her blood. Her truth. Her surrender. And she's running out of time.

Keep running, baby. They're already too close.