Days stretched into weeks, and Maria was held prisoner in the old man's laboratory. She attempted to flee, but her leg was too seriously damaged to enable her to run. The elderly guy was her only company, and with each passing day, he got more and more disturbed. Maria saw things in the laboratory that she couldn't explain. Each night, she heard odd, guttural sounds coming from the next room.
Occasionally, the elderly guy would return, covered in blood. She understood that she was in danger, but there appeared to be no way out. Her mobile phone was gone, and there was no way to call for aid. Maria was stuck. One day, while the old man was out, Maria managed to crawl into the window. She realized that they were in the midst of a dark forest, with no trace of civilization for miles. Then something else grabbed her attention: a person gliding through the woods.
It was hard to tell, but Maria believed it might be a human. She yelled as loud as she could, attempting to capture their attention. Then the person fled into the woods, and Maria was left alone once more.
The following day, Maria was startled by a loud sound coming from the other room. That was the same sound she had heard before—the guttural rumbling that made her skin crawl. She realized that she had to do something, anything, to get out of this prison. Her thoughts raced as she sought to come up with a strategy. Suddenly, the entrance to the laboratory burst open, and the elderly man strode inside.
His face was contorted into a mask of hatred and fury. a piece of cloth, caught on a branch. That was the article of clothing she had seen the person in the woods wearing. Maria's pulse raced as she realized that she may not be as alone as she believed.