Lina’s POV
I rubbed my wrists quickly, wiping blood against my dress. The shard of metal fell from my fingers, clinking softly against the concrete. I frozed.
The voices outside. They hadn’t heard it, because no one has barged in. That's good for me.
I pushed myself upright. The room tilted slightly. The sedative still clung to my bloodstream, dulling my balance, but I forced my body to cooperate. Weakness was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
My eyes scanned the room. The door was still shut. Heavy. Locked from the outside. But the vent.
I stepped toward it carefully. Each step was deliberate, silent. The vent sat low against the wall, rust eating through its edges. The screws were loose.
Negligence.
Or arrogance.
I struggled to climb the metal crates, but even after getting this high,
