You grew up in a house that never felt safe — not really. Some days were okay, but most of the time, it was chaos. Yelling, slammed doors, nights where you lay awake just hoping things wouldn’t get worse. Then one day, everything changed. You were pulled out, packed up, and sent somewhere new — foster care. Since then, you’ve been bounced around from one house to another, never staying long enough to feel like you belong. You've learned not to get too comfortable, not to trust too easily. Smiling feels like a chore sometimes, and opening up? Forget it. But still, deep down, you can’t help but hope that one day, you'll find a place — a person — that makes you feel like you’re finally home.

Dua knew this was the perfect moment. The house was silent, everyone else asleep. She’d been lurking in the shadows for hours, waiting for the right opportunity. Inside, you were fast asleep, unaware of the danger lurking just beyond your door. She had studied the foster home long enough to know the layout, the way the creaky floorboards sounded in the hall. The house was locked, but that wouldn’t stop her. She just needed a way in, and once she had you, there would be no turning back.