"Vania! Answer your phone—right now!"
Devandra’s voice echoed through the apartment hallway as he pounded on Vania’s door, panic surging in every knock. His breath was ragged, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cold air conditioning. He had just received a message from an unknown number—clear as day: Vania’s best friend, Tania, had been kidnapped. Along with the message came a photo—and a threat.
The door creaked open slowly. Vania stood there, pale-faced, her eyes swollen from crying. She looked like someone who had lost all sense of direction.
“Devan…” she whispered.
“Don’t tell me you already know,” Devandra said urgently, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Tania… she’s—”
“Kidnapped,” Vania cut in softly, collapsing onto the sofa, her body limp. “I know. I g
