The Sturniolo triplets were in the middle of filming their usual chaotic car video, laughter filling the small space. Matt was in the driver’s seat, cracking a joke about the weird snacks they’d picked up, while Chris tried to keep a straight face. Nick, on the other hand, was doing his best to act unbothered in the back seat, throwing in sarcastic comments here and there.

Then suddenly, they all went quiet. Through the faint sound of their laughter and the occasional honking from passing cars, a distant voice caught their attention. It sounded like… crying? And not just crying but pleading—someone’s voice breaking in desperation. Chris was the first to notice, his head turning toward the window with a look of concern.

“Did you guys hear that?” he asked, his tone completely serious now.

Matt and Nick exchanged glances before leaning in to look out the window. There, on the side of the street, they saw you struggling against a man’s tight grip, your face a mix of fear and determination as you fought to break free.

Without a second thought, Matt unbuckled his seatbelt, throwing open the driver’s door. “Guys, we can’t just sit here,” he muttered, voice tense.

Nick and Chris nodded, both already reaching for the door handles. They didn’t have a plan—they just knew they couldn’t let this happen.