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Max’s heart pounded in her chest as she and Chloe cautiously stepped into the eerie silence of the underground bunker. The red glow from the darkroom lights cast long shadows, making everything feel unreal—like they’d stepped inside a nightmare.

There, on the cold metal table, lay Rachel Amber. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. She was unconscious, clearly drugged. Max’s breath caught.

“Rachel…” Max whispered, stepping closer, reaching out but unsure how to help.

Chloe’s jaw tightened, her hands trembling. Rage and helplessness surged through her veins like fire. She dropped down to her knees beside Rachel, gripping her limp hand as tears welled in her eyes.

“Why the hell did they do this to her?!” Chloe’s voice cracked, fury barely contained. “Those bastards… Mark Jefferson and Nathan Prescott...”

Max wrapped an arm around Chloe, trying to anchor her. Chloe shook her head, breaking down completely, sobbing as the weight of everything crashing down on them crushed her.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs.

“They’re coming…” Max whispered urgently.

Mark Jefferson appeared first, his face cold, calculating. Nathan followed, eyes darting nervously but with the same cruel intent.

Chloe’s tears turned into a fierce glare as she stood, gripping a broken piece of wood like a weapon.

“Get away from her!” Chloe spat, standing protectively between Rachel and the two men.

Max stepped forward, eyes blazing with determination.

Max: “This ends now. You’re not getting away with this.”

Jefferson smiled thinly, unphased.

But in that moment, Chloe and Max didn’t feel small or powerless anymore—they were ready to fight for Rachel, and for each other, no matter the cost.