South-West neighbourhood. Evening.
After she made sure everything is in order, Zhao Qiao Chien turned off all the light except the porch and locked the main door of the workshop as she humming an upbeat song and rocked her body rhythmically to the tempo, unaware of someone staring at her intently.
As she cavorting on the pathway towards her house, a door of a black car is being opened and she was taken forcefully into the backseat with her eyes and mouth being cupped before she could scream for help. She heard the door was slammed shut as she struggles to free herself but failed. The man clasped her body in his sturdy arm and pinion her legs with his muscular legs as he straps a black cloth over her eyes with one hand. "Let me go! Let me go! Who the hell are you?! You took the wrong person..I'm not someone important." But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Dread took over her whole being as she heard the man said, "Drive."
