She crossed a line. Now he’s crossing oceans.
 
They called her a traitor. Then a ghost.
Now they just call him.
 
Marshal Gunpowder Parish lands in Cebu with nothing but a name, a photograph, and a file so redacted it bleeds. His target? A woman who once dissected minds for the U.S. government—before turning that same scalpel inward and carving out something monstrous.
 
She’s a doctor of psychology. A thief. A former soldier who knew too much and walked too far into the dark to ever come back clean. Court-martialed. Convicted. Disappeared.
 
Now she’s cutting a path through the islands—quiet murders, encrypted messages, and vanishing acts that make Interpol flinch.
 
Parish doesn’t care why she ran. Only where she’s going.
And for him, this isn't just another collar. It's personal.
The deeper he goes, the less he knows if he’s chasing her—or being led.
 
Because the closer he gets, the more he realizes:
She’s not running.
She’s choosing the battleground.