On a desolate island along the coast, hidden within the woods, lies a dilapidated wooden hut.
Alla was bound to a chair, several layers of duct tape firmly pressed against her lips.
The suffocating inability to breathe slowly roused her from unconsciousness.
When she lifted her eyes, she saw around twenty menacing men standing around her.
Tall and formidable, they held weapons like iron rods and boning knives in their hands.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks of the wooden hut, glinting off the shiny blades, casting silvery reflections.
Those white glares stabbed into Alla's eyes, sending a wave of panic through her...
She struggled instinctively, only to find her hands and feet tied, rendering her immobile.
"Don't bother trying; you won't get out of here..."
The scar-faced man parted the crowd, his heavy boots thudding as he stepped forward.
