I needed a cook. I got a bodyguard with a past.

First, there’s a man bleeding out too slowly in my parking lot.
Then a stranger walks into my diner and knows how to cook just when I need help.

Turns out he knows a lot more than that.
Like firing angles.
Shooting distances.
What makes someone bleed slow.

And how to turn my heart inside out.

He wasn’t the one turning my town into a shooting range.
He was being framed.

Now the only safe place left is an old mine—
where a sniper has no advantage,
and the dark doesn’t forgive.

We’re running out of air.
Running out of time.

And being hunted by a man who only wants one thing.
To make sure neither of us leaves alive.

In the end, it’s not just about who survives.
It’s about whether the mine decides to let us go.