Hannah's POV

　　My wrists ached from the rough rope that bound them tightly to the chair. The darkness of the warehouse felt oppressive, the air thick with the stench of oil and dust.

　　I couldn't tell how long I had been here, hours, maybe a full day, but the weight of exhaustion pressed down on me. I had been kidnapped and brought to this godforsaken place, held by people who had every intention of scaring me into silence.

　　The gang. I knew it was them. ...