On the outskirts of New York City, abandoned factories loomed in desolation—broken windows, rusted gates, and a lingering air of decay and danger.
Through dim corridors, the interior was even more rundown—scattered machinery parts, crumbling walls, and exposed brickwork.
The faint light from the ceiling bulb cast a weak glow over a makeshift cage made of welded steel bars.
Inside, a woman with long brown curls lay curled up.
Laura had been awake for some time, roused by the sharp pain in her body, but she made no sound.
The back of her collar was still damp with blood. It seemed she hadn't been unconscious for long.
Her right arm was broken, and pain radiated from her chest and abdomen. It was possible that her organs were injured. And while her legs ached, they didn't seem to be fra
