Chapter 1 - The Splintered Door
The wooden bathroom door splinters violently inward, sending sharp shards crashing onto the sleek tiled floor of the modern luxury apartment.
Lena curls up tightly against the cold marble wall, her bruised face pale with fear, her dark blue satin dress wrinkled and torn. Her injured right arm, wrapped in a fresh white bandage, trembles violently as she presses her smartphone tightly against her ear.
Her husband steps through the broken wooden frame in a dark navy button-up shirt and gray trousers, holding a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His face is twisted with rage.
"Who the hell are you calling?!" he roars, his angry voice echoing through the enclosed space. "Nobody is coming for you!"
Tears spill down Lena’s bruised cheeks, her body shaking uncontrollably as she whispers into the receiver.
"Can you... please save me?"
Her husband towering over her laughs mockingly, taking an arrogant sip from his whiskey glass. "Look at you... you're nothing but a broken waitress."
Then, a deep, icy voice cuts through the smartphone speaker—cold, commanding, and absolute.
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"Stay alive for eight minutes, Lena."
👉 What powerful figure is on the other end of that line, and how does Lena know him?
