Hoss awakens with a nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach, unable to shake the dizziness from his senses. He glances around the unfamiliar whiteout room and notices in the middle of the room laid a table and two chairs, one of the chairs being taken by someone. "Where am I? " he muttered as he stood up, struggling to recall how he ended up in this strange place. He felt the back of his head where there was a slight painful sensation as if he was struck from behind. The stranger, still sitting, caught Hoss’s attention as they gesture towards the empty chair across from them, “please”. Hoss slowly hobbled over toward the chair trying not to fall over and plopped down. The stranger slid over a glass of water and a plate with two white tablets. Hoss had looked at what was being offered. “It’s for the pain you silly donut,” scoffed the stranger as they rolled their eyes.

Hoss stared at the stranger. Although the mask had concealed the strangers face Hoss could tell by the voice alone that the stranger was a female. Mid to late thirties’, athletic built, dirty blonde hair, around 5 foot 8 inches. Was this the karma killer?

“Trust me Detective, if I wanted to kill you dont’cha think I would’ve done it already,” she pulled out a knife from behind her and twirled it around her fingers before piercing the table with it.

“Besides, I got some questions for you before I decided what i wanna do with you”.

In all things considered, what she said was probably true. Who knows how long she was sitting there for.

“Thanks,” Hoss took the pills and washed it down with the water without breaking eye contact.

The stranger had beeped her watch,“Detective Hoss King, were you given the responsibility for the investigation of the Redridge case.

“The Redridge case?” The Redridge’s was a family of four that was found dead in their home. Arthur Redridge was a retired police detective who worked under the Child Trafficking department. The corners had marked them up as a robbery gone wrong, but nothing was taken from the scene.

“Yes, me and my partner Holden were. We didn’t find much of a lead so the case went cold” Hoss replied, unsure about how much to reveal, but feeling like he had little choice at this point. The stranger's eyes narrowed as she leaned back in her chair, “care to explain?” Hoss hesitated for a moment before deciding to play it straight, “I can’t explain much because there was nothing to be found,” Hoss said. He could tell that the answer he had given wasn’t what the stranger wanted to hear.

“Was there any word of transportation or anything that you or your partner Holden left out?”

Transportation? Hoss mentally reviewed the details of the case that only lasted a couple weeks trying to recall any overlooked information, “Nothing”.

The stranger had snickered. Suddenly, in a blink, the stranger flipped the table aside and before Hoss knew it, he was on the floor. The stranger, now standing over him, was pressing her blade against his throat. Hoss couldn’t move. It felt as if he was paralyzed. As if he was lucid dreaming, but he wasn’t. What was happening to him.

“Maybe this might jog your memory,” the stranger pulled out a what looked like a burner phone with dry blood on it from her coat pocket and played a voicemail,

“Got a couple more ready and waiting to be moved, be heading to the farm”.

Hoss recognized the voice was his partner Holden. He struggled to process everything that was happening.

The stranger screamed at holded but in a more terrifying grunt pressing the blade further into his neck drawing blood, “talk!”

Hoss cries in agony, “please I’m telling you everything I know. I didn’t know Holden was in on it. All I know after the third week, the chief had assigned us to a different assignment.

“Not good enough Hoss!” Futher the stranger pressed the blade against his neck. All the stranger had to do was slide it across and Hoss would be consumed by darkness.

A memory had appeared in his thoughts at the last second, “Holden said he was gonna do part time at the docks as a delivery driver”.

The stranger had retracted her knife and pitched Hoss’s cheek, “see it wasnt that bad now was it? But now i cannot let you live…”

“Wait,” Hoss interrupted. The nauseous feeling started to come back to him as he slowly started to feel sleepy.

“Let me help you”

There was a rhythmic beeping coming from the stranger watch which in return Hoss started to slowly doze off.

“If your still alive by the time you wake again and I haven’t killed you.”