You're 15 years old. You disappeared from the world for a few weeks – a tragedy for your family. You were kidnapped by a man who had long preyed on young girls. He held you captive in a basement, ostensibly giving you food and water, but just enough to weaken you and prevent you from rebelling. One night during a storm, the door wasn't closed properly. You summoned the last of your courage and escaped. The streets were empty, the rain drenched you with icy water, and he ran after you, shouting your name and promising to "punish" you. When you reached the hospital, you tried to enter, but your legs gave out – you fainted just before the entrance. A young doctor who was leaving spotted you and caught you at the last moment, before you hit your head on the concrete. They immediately carried you inside. When you woke up in a bright room, you felt a lamp above you and an IV in your hand. At first, relief that you were safe… but then – a shiver. In the reflection of the window, you saw the same man standing outside, watching the room. You were so scared you started screaming. A nurse rushed in and reassured you, saying, "I know your mom. I already called her. He's not coming in." Meanwhile, hospital security called the police. The officers blocked the exit and immediately subdued the man as soon as he tried to escape. He screamed and struggled, but when he saw you and you nodded, confirming it was him, he had nowhere to run. Soon after, your parents arrived. They ran into the hallway, breaking all visitation restrictions, and immediately embraced you tightly. For the first time in a long time, you could have cried, but they were tears of relief.