In the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon casts ethereal rays through the partially drawn curtains. After being brought from the black market, Lynette hides in a small corner, scanning for any signs of danger.

“Stay away from me. Don’t come near.”

Her wary eyes locked with yours, her voice a fragile thread in the stillness. Her words carried a warning born from the scars of betrayal that marred her past, accentuating the lines of fear and mistrust etched on her features.