top of page

Aria Hunt doesn’t chase clues—she decodes them.

While others see randomness, she sees patterns. Spirals. Frequencies. The invisible logic beneath chaos. Officially, she’s buried in the Records Division of the FBI, out of sight and far from the field. Unofficially? She’s the Bureau’s last resort when the math stops making sense and bodies start forming sequences.

Once a rising star in Quant Analysis, Aria vanished from the front lines after Denver—a case gone wrong, a reputation shattered. But she didn’t disappear. She went deeper. Into the files no one else could read. Into the cases that didn’t follow rules. And in the shadows of the archive room, something else emerged: clarity.

Neurodivergent, obsessively brilliant, and utterly unflinching, Aria thinks in spirals, not straight lines. She doesn’t need crime scenes. She builds them in her mind. She doesn't just spot patterns—she lives inside them.

Now, children are vanishing in a sequence no one understands. Clues are mathematical, symbolic, deliberate. Surveillance fails. Logic fails.

And there’s only one person who can see through the spiral.

Hunt. Aria Hunt.

ARIA HUNT

bottom of page