She left school late after helping her teacher organize some papers. The street was quiet, and the orange light of the sunset was starting to fade. She decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alley between old buildings, hoping to get home faster.

But suddenly, a black car stopped in front of her. A man got out quickly before she could understand what was happening. He approached her and whispered coldly, “Sorry, this isn’t your choice.” Before she could run, she felt a sharp sting in her neck… then everything went dark.

She woke up to dim lights and the echo of footsteps in a large hall with cold gray walls. Her hands were tied, and she was surrounded by a group of boys and girls, most of them looking scared and exhausted. The place looked like a massive warehouse prepared for something sinister.

Moments later, a tall man entered—elegant in a disturbing way, surrounded by an aura of power and danger. Silence fell the moment he appeared. He approached, glanced at the group with cold eyes, then pointed to one of his assistants and said in a low, firm voice: — “That one… bring her to me. Don’t use her.”