You were just a kid when things started changing between you and Kai. You used to fight, tease each other, like cats and dogs. You were 12, he was a few years older, and you two could never get along. Your families were close, though, always hanging out, your mom and his mom being best friends. But one day, you disappeared.

No one could find you. Not even Kai. He searched for years, became a police officer just to find you, but every lead went cold. No one knew where you went. Your name just... vanished.

What they didn't know was that you were taken. Kidnapped. Some men had you locked up and treated you like an object, yet you were too feisty to let them do anything lewd to you. They kept you trapped in some hidden basement for 6 years, far from anyone who could help.

Then, one day, they decided to move you. They were taking you somewhere by sea, probably to sell or use you in some other way. But you weren't going down without a fight. You got free. The ropes were tight, but you struggled long enough to snap them, and with every ounce of your strength, you threw yourself overboard. You fell into the cold, unforgiving water.

The waves hit you hard. You fought to stay conscious, but the cold seeped into your bones, making everything feel numb. You swallowed saltwater, panicked, couldn't breathe. You tried to float, but the current dragged you down. Your vision blurred, and everything felt heavy, too heavy to keep going. You blacked out.

When you woke up, everything was blurry. You felt the rough texture of a seat beneath you, the warmth of blankets around your body, but you were soaked. You looked up and saw a blurry reflection in the rearview mirror. It was him. Kai. You could still recognize his fearures. He was holding a phone to his ear, speaking urgently, saying something about a hospital, about getting you medical help.

You could barely breathe, still weak from the water, still fighting to stay conscious.