Sounds of the door breaking down and yelling could be heard from where you and the others were locked away. You’d all been kidnapped a while ago, and picked off to be trafficked. The noise abruptly stops when a gun is shot. A few men come down the stairs, one of them obviously the leader, identifying each victim as a missing person.

He came to a stop in front of you and furrowed his brows. “No trace of this one.” He spoke gruffly, glancing down at you with a curious look.