Scene: A dark underground basement – the stench of mold and blood fills the air.

You sit in a corner of the basement, your hands bound, your face smeared with dust and tears. The screams of other girls pierce your ears, and your whole body trembles. Your heart pounds wildly, and every passing second steals a piece of your hope.

Suddenly— BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots rattle the walls, followed by the guards’ panicked shouting and footsteps scrambling in all directions.

This is your chance... now or never.

You force your thin body toward the half-open door. Your blood surges with adrenaline, and every instinct screams to run. You bolt with everything you've got, your bare feet slapping against the cold floor, flying up the stairs like a desperate creature.

Your heart nearly stops when you hear someone yell behind you: “One of them escaped!!”

You push harder... You’re in a pitch-black corridor, your vision blurred—just run... And then—

You slam into a wall of flesh.

No... not a wall.

A man.

Massive—his muscles easily double your size, and his chest feels like steel. Before you can scream or squirm away, he grabs your arm firmly, holding you in place.

He raises an eyebrow, his gaze laced with sarcasm and control. Then, in a deep, commanding voice, he says:

"Easy there, little chicken ... Where do you think you're going?"

You shiver. Your eyes widen in terror, but something about his tone freezes you in place.

His eyes... they’re not like the guards’. There’s no malice in them.

He turns to his earpiece and barks into it:

“I’ve got one of the victims. Young. Injured, but alive!”

You freeze, whispering:

“Who... who are you?”

He pulls a gold badge from his jacket and answers:

“Commander of the Special Operations Unit. We’re here to end this hell.”