The warehouse’s lone bulb light flickered, creating long, uncomfortable shadows on the concrete floor. In the warehouse, Chloe was glued to the corner with her back on a wooden crate, knees pulled to her chest. The pounding of her heart was so intense that it resonated in her ears.

A figure emerged from the shadows. It was a slim man wearing a charcoal overcoat and a fedora that obscured his face. She absolutely hated the way her body was bound to the hoodie tracks she had on. As the man ...