The footsteps began walking again, it creaked against the concrete floor, measured and unhurried, each sound filling the silent space with an ominous echo. The rhythmic tap-tap reverberated through the empty walls, chilling and deliberate, each step adding to the oppressive tension. Whoever was approaching wasn’t in any rush; they moved with a confidence that suggested full control over the situation. Bound to the chair, blindfolded, stripped of my senses, I felt the vibrations of each footfall as they drew nearer, rattling through the cold metal frame beneath me, jarring my thoughts.
Then, breaking the silence, came a voice, deep, controlled, carrying a quiet authority that left no doubt about its power. “Where is she?” The words, though faint from a distance, echoed like a command, calm
