MILAN'S POV

The next thing I knew, I was lying on a cold, hard floor. I groaned and tried to sit up, but my head was pounding and my body felt heavy. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, and I realized I was in a small, dark room. It looked like a basement, and I could see cobwebs in the corner.

I tried to call out, but my voice was hoarse and weak. I must have been drugged, I thought. I started to panic, wondering where I was and what had happened to me. Then, I heard ...