Chapter 1: Prologue
Why?
She questioned everything as she ran through metal shelves and walls of containers.
What have I done wrong?
She did everything they told her. She worked hard; she worked tirelessly for the company without taking any credit out of guilt. She stayed in the background, keeping low, trying her best to be present without standing out. Just like what they always told her. She always smile as if there was nothing wrong. The house was everything.
The family was everything.
She thought it was the only family she had. The only thing she had left.
Wasn't that...wasn't that what they told her?
CLANG!
The sound of metal against metal filled the big room. Heavy footsteps and the clacking of a pair of stilettos haunted her own trail. Her bare feet were cold and hurting from running through all the debris of the unused warehouse--but even then, the muffled sound felt so loud in her ears.
Not as hard as her heartbeat, however.
"Stop running," a heavy voice came from behind the shelf. Calm, a little bit mocking. It sounded like the voice of a predator than a man in her ears. Louder than her steps or heartbeats. "Let's not waste our time, yeah?"