The air was thick with a sterile chill, biting into the skin like a cruel reminder—this was no place for warmth or hope. Outside the towering, gray walls of the compound, the world was a distant, fading memory.

Inside, the faint cries of girls echoed through narrow, dimly lit corridors. They came from orphanages far away—places forgotten by time and humanity—taken from Russia and Africa, their names erased before the journey even began.

Here, the Organization decided their fates. Not as people, but as assets divided into five cruel categories: breeders, sex workers, trophies, servants, and favorites. Each girl marked, classified, and sent down a path from which there was no return.

A cold voice crackled over the intercom, announcing the arrival of new “units.” The guards moved with mechanical precision, eyes void of empathy, dragging trembling bodies into separate rooms.

One by one, the girls were scanned, measured, and evaluated—not for who they were, but for what they could become. The future was already written, inked in pain and obedience.

Far above, the Architect watched through countless screens, orchestrating the nightmare like a conductor. This was more than trafficking—it was a factory of shattered dreams and controlled souls.

And tonight, a new chapter began.