My heart drops like a stone as I rush to Dad’s side. He lies there, unconscious and badly bruised, the evidence of Kai's violence all too clear. Tears well up in my eyes, but I force myself to stay composed; I know this isn't the time for emotions. I have to get Dad out of this dreadful place as quickly as possible. Kneeling beside him, I carefully set the gun down on the floor, my focus solely on waking him.
I gently tap his cheek, my heart racing with every second he remains still. He seems completely out of it, almost as if he is drugged. Dad is never a deep sleeper, but now he feels like a heavyweight, unresponsive to my touch. I shake him a bit harder, desperation creeping in as I try to rouse him, but he remains lifeless. Frantically, I glance around, scanning for any signs of CCTV
