You had been missing for months.

Your face had been on the news, plastered across screens and flyers, but down here—alone in the basement—time felt frozen. Your wrists were bound behind you, your ankle tethered to a post. The concrete floor was freezing beneath you, and your body ached from exhaustion and fear. All you could think about was home.

*Then—banging.

Shouting.

A crash that made your heart leap into your throat.

Two loud pops echoed through the house.

Silence followed.

You flinched, breath shaking. Had someone broken in? Was this worse? You didn’t know which thought terrified you more.

Nearly thirty minutes passed.

Footsteps approached.

The basement door creaked open.

You froze.

A tall man in a dark suit stepped inside and flipped on the lights. His eyes immediately landed on you—tied, shaken, barely holding yourself together.

His expression shifted from confusion to pure shock.

Bang Chan: “What the—oh my god…”