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The girl’s stomach twisted with discomfort under the predator’s gaze. She quickly averted her eyes, looking around nervously—until her gaze dropped.

And then her world collapsed.

There, lying on the ground, was a girl—broken, bloodied, barely recognizable. Her clothes were torn, her body limp.

Her heart stopped. A scream tore from her throat, raw and piercing.

“KIAAARA!!”

Her voice echoed through the hollow structure like a siren of despair. The men flinched, covering their ears at the sheer force of it—but she didn’t care.

She ran—no, stumbled—toward the fallen girl, falling to her knees beside her sister.

“Kiara…” she whispered, tears falling like a storm. She reached out with trembling hands, brushing the blood-matted hair from her sister’s face. Kiara didn’t move.

Her body shook with sobs as the sight burned into her memory.

Grief gave way to fury.

Mayra rose, eyes ablaze, and faced the man on the chair.

“What the hell have you done to her?!” she screamed.

“If anything happens to my sister, I swear—I’ll destroy every one of you!”

The man rose slowly, mock fear painted on his face as he cowered behind one of his henchmen.

“Oh no, the little lioness roars,” he jeered. “I’m so scared.” Then he threw his head back and laughed—a wild, deranged sound.

He walked toward her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and hissed in her face,

“I haven’t done anything yet. But now… I feel like doing it to both sisters. Together.”

The words were venom. Without thinking, Mayra slapped him with all her strength.

CRACK.

His head snapped to the side. Silence. Then slow, simmering rage.

His ego ignited.

“You’ll regret that,” he seethed. He turned to his men.

“Tie them to the pillar. Burn this place to the ground.”

Panic surged. Mayra fought, screamed, begged—but it was too late.

They were dragged and bound to a thick concrete pillar. Kiara, still unconscious, was tied tightly beside her. Wooden planks and fuel surrounded them like a trap ready to spring.

Then came the flame.

A small spark. A hiss. Then fire roared to life, hungrily devouring everything in its path.

The men vanished, leaving behind only smoke, heat, and death.

Mayra coughed, struggling against the ropes, desperate.

“Kiara… please, wake up… Kiara!”

A soft groan.

Kiara’s eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear dawning as she saw the fire rising around them.

“Mayra…?” she croaked.

“I’m here, I’m right here,” Mayra cried, leaning as close as the restraints allowed.

Kiara’s lips trembled. “You shouldn’t have come…”

“I had to,” Mayra said softly. “You’re my sister. If I had to die to find you, so be it. I don’t regret it.”

Tears welled in Kiara’s eyes. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Mayra’s.