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INTO THE WHITE SILENCE(Sienna)

Penulis: Brightnova
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-18 20:45:44

The silence inside the car was worse than the cold. It was heavy with everything I’d left behind in Kraków the smell of hospital disinfectant, the quiet horror of an empty apartment, the sheer, crushing reality that everyone I loved was gone. I was driving toward a ghost because I had nothing left to lose.

There were no tail lights ahead of me. No headlights in the rearview mirror. Just the rhythm of tires crunching over packed ice and the gale screaming against the glass.

Then, the trees gave way.

An iron perimeter cut through the dark forest like a jagged scar. Wires hummed under a crust of ice, and massive steel gates blocked the road. I slammed the brakes. The car skidded, fishtailing into the slush before jerking to a halt.

Before I could turn off the key, blinding spotlights snapped on along the fence. White light flooded the cabin. The heavy clunk of hydraulic locks echoed over the storm, and three black SUVs rolled out into the snow, trapping my little car in a neat, ruthless semicircle.

Doors slammed. Men in winter camo stepped into the snow, short-barreled rifles held ready.

From the lead vehicle, a tall man stepped out. He moved slowly, like a wolf that knew the sheep had nowhere left to run. He pulled down his mask, exposing a sharp face covered in frost.

Radosław Dąbrowski.

He tapped the barrel of his gun against my driver-side window. The sound echoed inside my skull.

"Step out, Sienna," Radek called out, his voice cutting through the roar of the gale. "You’re a long way from home."

My heart hammered against my ribs, hard and wild. I forced my breathing to slow down. I couldn't let him see me shake. I couldn't give him that. I pushed the door open, and the freezing air hit me like a physical punch, knocking the breath straight out of my lungs.

"Radek," I managed, my voice raspy from hours of silence. "You went to a lot of trouble to build a wall out here. Scared someone might come looking for what you stole?"

He didn't blink. He just walked closer, his heavy boots crushing the frozen slush, until he was standing right over me. Up close, his eyes were totally empty. There was no anger in them. Just nothing.

"Kraków was a mistake," he said softly, his breath clouding in the freezing air. "Coming here is yours. Grief makes people stupid, Sienna."

He snapped his fingers. Two guards grabbed my arms. I fought them—kicking, twisting, straining against their grip—but they dragged me back against the warm hood of Radek’s vehicle. One of them ripped my coat off, plunging me into the bitter cold, while the other snatched my bag and my phone.

Radek grabbed my jaw, his gloves rough against my frozen skin, forcing my face up toward the harsh spotlight glare.

"Where is it?" he asked softly. "The drive you took from the safehouse."

"Go to hell," I spat, ice stinging my lips.

"You're already there," he replied. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Look around you, Sienna. No one knows you're here. No one is coming. If you die in these mountains, the snow will swallow you whole, and by spring, there won't even be bones left."

He let go of my jaw and stepped back, signaling to his men. The two guards dragged me toward the massive iron gates as the hydraulic locks groaned open. Beyond the barrier lay a deep, pitch-black ravine—a path leading down into the dark, frozen belly of the mountain.

"Take her to the lower cell," Radek ordered, turning his back on me. "Strip the car. Burn whatever is left."

"Wait!" I choked out, my voice swallowed by the howling wind. "Radek, look at me!"

He paused, glancing over his shoulder with cold detachment.

I swallowed the blood pooling in my mouth from a split lip, staring right into the eyes of the man who had torn my life to pieces.

"You think I came here for revenge?" I whispered, a terrible, desperate laugh rising in my throat. I reached deep into my thermal vest, my frozen fingers wrapping around the small, metallic trigger device I had wired directly to the Skoda's fuel tank. "I didn't come here to survive, Radek. I came to make sure you didn't either."

Radek's eyes went wide the first crack in his stone mask as I slammed my thumb down on the button.

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