A Mild Concussion

Rain felt a bit dizzy as she watched Matt get out of the car to confront the driver of the vehicle that had just rear-ended them. She glanced at her wristwatch, then back at Matt, who was engaged in a tense conversation with the other driver.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone. The caller ID displayed an unknown number, but she answered it anyway.

"I heard you're taking over the Obsidian Order case. How are you feeling, Prosecutor Clayton? I hope you're still in one piece," a man's deep, baritone voice taunted from the other end, followed by a sinister laugh.

Rain's grip tightened on her phone as the man continued, his voice dripping with menace. "I trust you'll make a wise choice handling this case, Prosecutor Clayton. It would be a shame if this became your first and last case as a prosecutor."

A cold chill ran down Rain's spine, but she kept her voice steady. "Who is this?"