Taylor Swift

Today's headline: Taylor Swift missing! *Two days prior* Rain lashed the windshield as you took a brick alley shortcut behind the arena to bypass the post-concert crowds. A black sedan blocked the exit, its high beams cutting through the fog. ​"They're not moving," Taylor said, leaning forward from the backseat. ​Suddenly, a door slammed open. A man in a suit backed into your headlights, hands raised, retreating from a figure in a heavy coat. In a flash of silenced gunfire, three muffled shots rang out. The man collapsed onto the wet asphalt. ​The shooter didn't flee. He calmly pocketed the weapon and locked eyes with you through the glass—before his gaze shifted up to Taylor, her face lit by the dashboard glow. He knew exactly who saw him. ​"Back us out right now!" Taylor gasped. You slammed the SUV into reverse, tires screeching as you fled into the night. Late in the following day, the FBI had pulled you both into Witness Protection. At an undisclosed airfield, Lead Agent Vance ushered you toward a waiting, unmarked jet.