Aziel's car screeched to a halt in front of the crumbling deserted house on the outskirts of town. The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint creak of rusted shutters and the restless howl of the wind. His steps were steady but sharp, each one echoing his simmering rage and burning determination.
Inside, the stench of damp wood and dust filled the air. His eyes narrowed as he saw the scene before him-Imani and Merlida tied to chairs, their faces pale under the dim, flickering bulb that hung from the ceiling. Standing just a few feet away was Flora, her hand trembling slightly as she pressed the cold barrel of a gun to Imani's head.
Imani let out a small cry the moment she saw her father.
"Daddy... Daddy, help me!" she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
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