Ana's POV
This year feels cursed—like every bad thing that could happen has decided to target me.
Multiple kidnappings already.
But this time, I walked right into it myself.
The moment I caught sight of that figure in the rearview mirror flashing me a twisted grin, my head started spinning.
Too late, I understood—that strange sweet scent filling the car wasn't perfume. It was knockout gas.
The realization hit just as everything went black. Moments later, and I was gone.
When consciousness crept back, a steady beeping filled my ears.
I forced my eyes open, my chest tight like someone was crushing my ribs.
The air tasted wet and metallic. Thunder crashed somewhere in the distance.
Wind whipped at me from every direction, making my body sway like I might topple over any second.
I was trapped in some kind of abandoned factory, walls crumbling around me.
