The car raced down the highway, cutting through the evening air with relentless speed.
Inside, Lilian sat with a casual grace, one leg crossed over the other, her posture deceptively relaxed. Though her eyes were covered by a blindfold and her wrists tightly bound, she made no sound—no struggle, no cry for help. The calmness she radiated was almost unnerving.
The two men dressed in black who flanked her exchanged uneasy glances. In all their years of carrying out kidnappings, they had never encountered anyone who remained so composed under such circumstances. Their unease quickly turned into suspicion. Who was this girl, and why did she seem so unbothered by her predicament?
Then again, she was just a teenager. That thought brought a fleeting sense of reassurance, dulling their apprehension.
The vehicle soon veered off the highway, taking a twisting, narrow road that wound deep into the mountains. Though her eyes were covered, Lilian’s ears caught every detail—the crunch of gravel beneath the tires, the rustling of leaves in the cool mountain breeze, the distant call of a night bird. The atmosphere told her they were far from the city’s chaos, surrounded by nothing but rugged wilderness.
Her expression remained blank, cold and unyielding. Kidnapping. The word stirred memories she had buried long ago. In her previous life, her stepmother had wielded this very tactic against her countless times. The thought brought a bitter, almost nostalgic smile to her lips.
After a while, the car finally came to a stop. Through the window, she could just make out the shadowy outline of an abandoned factory, looming like a forgotten relic in the fading light.
One of the men in black reached toward her, but before his hand could close in, Lilian’s voice cut through the silence like ice. “Move that hand one millimeter closer, and I can’t promise it’ll stay attached.”
The sudden threat sent a shiver down their spines. The man instinctively recoiled, startled. In that instant, Lilian slipped out of the car with a fluid motion, unbound and unafraid.
They escorted her inside a vast, empty warehouse.
“Well, Lilian. It’s been a long time,” a soft, familiar female voice called out, dripping with false sweetness.
A man pulled the blindfold away, and after a moment for her eyes to adjust, Lilian took in her surroundings. The space was cavernous and deserted except for Yulia, who stood smiling at her, flanked by several men dressed in black.
Lilian’s lips curled into a sneer. “Yulia, kidnapping? Is that really the best you could come up with? No creativity at all?”


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