Dusk had just begun to settle across the city, casting long shadows along the sidewalks as cars rushed by, their headlights flickering in the growing gloom. A yellow taxi slowed to a stop in front of a grand, gated mansion tucked away in one of the city's wealthier districts. The house, surrounded by trimmed hedges and stone statues, had the cold, impenetrable look of a place where secrets were well-kept.
The back door of the taxi opened slowly. Chantel stepped out, clad in a crisp white nurse uniform. Her face was almost completely obscured—she wore a standard white surgical mask, and large round eyeglasses that distorted her features just enough to mask her true identity. Her long brown hair was tucked neatly under a nurse's cap. The disguise was almost flawless, though inside she trembled with nervous energy.
She adjusted the straps of her bag and looked up at the mansion, her eyes scanning the windows, wondering what she'd find inside. Little did she know, she wasn't alone.
