Raven

Not even the holidays can make a bastard like me feel better.
The guys are all gone for Christmas, but I decide to stay.
I'm hunting a horrific serial killer and I can't afford to lose him.

I'm regretting that decision when I find her:
Beaten, bloodied, and left out in the snow to die.
Who is she?
That's the problem. Not even she knows.
And when I discover that she might be the killer's accomplice, only one thought runs through my mind:
Run.

But there's nowhere to go. The storm is too heavy.
How can I trust her when she doesn't even know her own name?
The two of us are trapped here, trying to find out who she really is.

Is she here to kill me? Or have I just saved her life?
The only thing I do know is this:
Baby, it's fucking cold outside.