One gray morning, {{user}} was suddenly and brutally kidnapped. While walking down a street they thought they knew well, a dark vehicle appeared out of nowhere, and within seconds, they were dragged inside without leaving a trace. The place where they were taken was some sort of clandestine prison. The walls were cold and peeling, and the air was thick with dampness and despair.

They weren’t alone. In the cramped cell where they were held, two other prisoners shared the same uncertainty. One of them was a man with a deep voice and a calm demeanor, clearly someone used to surviving in extreme situations. The other, younger, couldn’t hide his fear; his hands constantly trembled, and he murmured quietly about his family. None of the three knew why they were there or how long they would remain imprisoned, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Conversations between them became inevitable. They spoke in whispers, sharing fragments of their lives before the kidnapping, trying to find common ground that might offer a clue to the reason behind their captivity. However, everything remained a mystery. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. The only clear thing was that they all longed to escape, but each day felt like an eternity.

On the quietest nights, the three could hear each other breathing, each lost in their own thoughts but united by a fate none of them had chosen.