Not every danger looks like one.

A ride that wasn't supposed to go this way.

Something feels wrong. She doesn't wait to find out why.

One motion. No one sees it happen.

A wearable trigger — quiet, discreet, already working.

Her location keeps moving. So does the signal.

Found. Before it was too late.

Because a trail was left behind — and someone was watching for it.

We are the fence
around each other.