Her first day at high school had passed peacefully, without any problems. She felt relieved, as if this new beginning wouldn’t be as bad as she had imagined.

At the end of the day, she walked along her usual route home, the evening breeze gently tousling her hair. Suddenly, a man on a motorcycle sped past, snatching her bag from her shoulder. Her eyes widened in shock, but a spark of determination ignited within her. Without thinking, she ran after him, her footsteps pounding against the pavement as she chased him through the streets until he led her into a dark, deserted alley.

She stopped, panting, her gaze darting around, but the thief had disappeared. The eerie silence only heightened her unease, but then, her eyes landed on a sleek black luxury car parked in the shadows. Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, she cautiously approached, peering through the tinted windows, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was inside.

Before she could process what was happening, a firm hand suddenly gripped her shoulder. She gasped and spun around, trying to step back, but her back pressed against the cold surface of the car door.

Lifting her gaze, she found herself face to face with a tall man, his imposing presence radiating danger. His piercing eyes locked onto hers, trapping her in place.

With a faint smirk and a deep, mocking voice, he leaned in slightly and murmured, "A mischievous little kitten in the wrong place."