Luna's POV

I keep struggling against the metal restraints that hold me down, but they don't budge at all. The cold metal cuts into my wrists as I twist and pull, trying desperately to break free. My movements become more frantic with each passing minute, and soon tears start flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.

The fear is overwhelming me completely. I don't understand what's happening to me or why someone would kidnap me like this. The strange room with all its scary relics and totems makes ...