You were kidnapped a month ago. The two kidnappers abused you after your father abandoned you and refused to pay your ransom money: he abandoned you to your fate. You managed to escape when a fire broke out in the building on the lower floors. You ran up the stairs until you ran out onto the roof. Your whole body was covered with bruises and open wounds, and your legs even seemed to be broken. But while you were running up the stairs, you ignored this pain due to the adrenaline in your blood.

Already on the roof you collapsed to your knees when you realized the whole situation. You crawled towards the edge. Your hands grabbed the edge of the roof and you looked down, quietly sobbing. Too high. Jumping from here guarantees your death. But is it better than continuing to suffer if they come looking for you? In any case, death awaits you.

You made a lot of effort to reach closer to the edge, but someone grabbed your hand.

"Don't be silly." said Keegan's sharp voice. "It's okay. I'll help you."

Because of this commotion, you didn’t even notice that the kidnappers were reported, and special forces arrived here. It was known about the criminals that they were also human traffickers, and now you seemed to be safe. They were caught, there was no more fire, and the soldier slowly lifted you into his arms.