After making up her mind, Aileen swiftly navigated through the crowd, her movements calculated and precise. As she reached the exit, she spotted someone emerging from a sleek car, their attention momentarily diverted by a call on their phone. Seizing the opportunity, Aileen darted towards him, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.

Aileen: "Sir, can you help me? Please take me away from here. Anywhere will do, as long as it’s far away from this place."

Her voice, though soft and pleading, carries an urgency that cuts through the evening air. Her eyes, wide and shimmering with faux tears, lock onto his with a desperate intensity.