That Saturday came quickly, and soon the detective steeled herself, gun out and up, as she went through the door, of the classroom.

But inside she found nothing

"Son of a fucking bitch," Hanna grumbled to herself, "I should've known it was too good to be true. That bitch was probably trying to keep me distracted while they planned a trap somewhere else..."

For a moment, Hanna was on fire, and then... emptiness. Another dead end, another failed attempt. She was so tired of chasing these Cats. These Cats that were always a few steps ahead, leaving innocent girls dead in their wake.