The rain poured heavily, cloaking the narrow roads in sheets of water and fog. Ivan’s black car swerved around a sharp corner, his grip on the wheel tight, jaw clenched.
He’d been following a lead—one of his hacked signal sources had pinged. A burner phone used near the harbor.
Ivan (muttering): “If it’s you… I’ll drag you into the ground.”
But the moment he turned into the empty pier road—everything went black.
Unknown Location – Hours Later
The first thing Ivan felt was a cold breeze.
The second—the tight grip of rope binding his wrists to a metal headboard.
He blinked against the darkness. Wood creaked. The air smelled of damp walls and dust.
He was in a bedroom.
Abandoned.
And tied to the bed.
Then he heard her voice.
Lena
Lena (softly): “I’ve been dreaming of this.”
She stepped into view, dressed in black, her hair tied up, her foot still slightly bandaged but steady now.
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