Soon, they reached an isolated house at the edge of the area.
At first, Annie's mother remained immersed in her fantasies, but as she stepped inside, unease began to creep in. The place was far too quiet, far from the crowded zones she expected.
"This place feels a little remote," she muttered, glancing around.
Felix gestured casually. "Please, have a seat."
They entered the living room.
Annie's mother immediately began talking again, her voice dripping with false concern.
"I do want to help you, but Annie is troublesome. She throws tantrums. If you want, I can arrange something… a drug perhaps. Something that would leave her completely defenseless. Then I can hand her over to you."
Felix remained silent.
Encouraged, she continued eagerly, "Of course, that would cost extra. Are you willing to pay more?"
They reached the center of the living room. She turned toward him expectantly.
Felix raised his hand. The next second, a sharp slap echoed through the room.
