*BRAN’S POV*The convoy of police cars, sirens silent but lights flashing, sped through the deserted industrial district. They spread out, their flashlights cutting through the darkness, lighting their paths.The two detectives, their guns drawn, led the way and I, who had somehow managed to convince them to let me tag along, followed from behind, my heart in my throat.The police breached the warehouse, their footsteps echoing in the space. Dust particles danced in the rays of their flashlights. The air was cold and stale, a place long forgotten.Then, a sound. A faint, muffled whimpering was coming from a corner of the warehouse, where a small, isolated room sat.They approached with caution, their guns still raised. The door was open, a ray of light escaping from within. The detective kicked it open, and the sight that greeted them was a relief.Sophia was there. Strapped to a hospital bed and a gag in her mouth, her eyes wide with terror, but she was alive.One of the detectives r
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