The white room dissolved into a blurry mess as Scarlett's consciousness slipped away. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dimly lit moving vehicle, the rhythmic bumps sending jolts of pain through her sore body. Panic clawed at her throat. Her mind raced, desperately trying to piece together what had happened.
The masked figure at the hospital, the strange feeling in her arm... It hit her like a punch to the gut, she'd been kidnapped! Who could have done this? And why? As the vehicle lurched forward, the questions swirled unanswered in her terrified mind.
Back at the hospital, chaos erupted in Scarlett's room. The door swung open with a bang, revealing an empty bed and a single, discarded syringe on the floor. Carlo's blood ran cold. The playful banter of moments ago vanished, replaced by a chilling dread. He lunged for the syringe, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.