In a hidden, luxurious bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, the real Angela lay on a small but comfortable bed in her room. The walls, painted in deep shades of rich burgundy, were adorned with dark wood furniture that contrasted the soft lighting above. It was a quiet, private room—perfect for someone like Angela who needed a place to hide.
Yet, despite the comfort of the room, Angela couldn’t shake the feeling of dread gnawing at her. She had escaped—yes, she had made it out—but now she was back. She had returned to the very place she had tried to flee, and she couldn’t understand why.
Her mind raced, her thoughts swirling with confusion. What was she supposed to do now? How could she possibly go back to her old life when someone else, someone named Nancy, had taken it from h
