Max Peter paced frantically in his study, glancing every few seconds at the CCTV monitor showing Mia lying still in the basement.
"She’s still not moving," Max muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That dose of sedatives should have kept her under until morning, so why do I have this sinking feeling in my gut?"
Sofia, sipping red wine on the sofa, looked at her husband with bored eyes. "Relax, Max. Besides, who could possibly get through those steel walls? James might be a hotshot in the medical world, but he's not a magician."
The moment those words left Sofia’s mouth, every monitor in the room flickered before cutting to static. The crystal chandelier above swayed gently, then the lights went out completely.
"What's happening?!" Max screamed into the darkness.
"System's locked
