Franklin was still lying on the cold concrete floor. His body felt weak, and the pain continued to radiate throughout his muscles. His breathing was labored, not only because of the pain tormenting his body, but also because of the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind. Every second that passed seemed to be a reminder of how desperate her situation was. However, she knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to stay focused and find an opening to escape.The atmosphere in the room was getting tense. The concrete walls surrounding Franklin felt more and more constricting, adding to the heavy weight pressing down on his chest. In the corners of the room, droplets of water fell to the floor in a monotonous rhythm, as if marking the cruel passing of time. The light coming in through the cracks in the walls was almost useless, leaving only dark shadows dancing around the room. The sound of the wind rustling outside the building could be heard faintly, adding to the deep sense of iso

Sarah sat in the living room of her quiet house, her eyes fixed on the clock that rang softly every second. It was already eleven o'clock at night, but Franklin, her son, hadn't come home yet. An uneasy feeling began to creep into her heart. Usually, Franklin would always let her know if he was coming home late, but tonight there was not a single text or call.Outside, the evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the jasmine flowers that Sarah always tended to in the front yard. However, that night, even the fragrance of her favorite flowers couldn't calm her anxious heart. She tried to think positively, maybe Franklin was just working late and forgot to give her news. But, as time passed, her worries deepened.Sarah got up from the sofa, walking to the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea, hoping it would ease her anxiety. As she waited for the water to boil, her mind kept spinning. Did something happen at the office? Was Franklin okay? She decided to call Franklin's secretary,

Amanda arrives at her magnificent home after her meeting with Franklin. From the outside, the house looks like an ideal place to live, with its charming classical architecture and spacious courtyard. However, behind the beauty, there was a darkness that kept haunting Amanda's mind. Her steps were quick as she headed to the master bedroom upstairs, trying to shake off the anxiety that had suddenly surfaced after her encounter with Franklin.As soon as she entered the room, Amanda shut the door loudly, making the previously quiet room feel tense. The room was spacious, with large windows overlooking the back garden. However, Amanda didn't care about the beautiful view outside. She went straight to the large mirror at the side of the room, staring at her own reflection with a doubt-filled gaze.Franklin's words kept ringing in her mind. "People will be looking for me. They won't keep quiet." That sentence made Amanda uneasy. Although she had planned everything carefully, there was someth

Clara heard the news of the accident with a broken heart. Her heart seemed to stop, and her hands trembled as she tried to find out more information. The news came so suddenly, it was as if Clara's world came crashing down in an instant. Franklin, the man she loved so much, was rumored to have been in a terrible accident, and she had no idea how to respond.Frantically, Clara put on her jacket and prepared to walk out of the room. However, just as she was about to open the door, Charles, her brother, appeared in the doorway. Charles immediately saw the anxiety on his sister's face and knew that Clara must be going through a difficult time after hearing the news about Franklin."Clara, wait," Charles said in a soft yet firm voice, placing his hands on Clara's shoulders to stop her. "You don't need to rush out now. This news... could be wrong. We don't know for sure what really happened."Clara looked at Charles with teary eyes, her heart filled with anxiety and uncertainty. "But I have

When Sarah, Vina, Amelia and Selena arrived at the hospital, the tense and silent atmosphere seemed to press on their souls. Every step they took down the white, sterile hospital hallway felt like it brought them closer to a reality they probably didn't want to face. Sarah's legs felt heavy, as if every step was filled with fear and anxiety. Vina gripped her mother's hand tightly, seeking strength from the touch, while Amelia and Selena walked slightly behind them, ready to provide support whenever needed.They finally arrived in front of a room marked "Identification." One of the hospital attendants, a man in a white coat with a face that showed fatigue from long work, looked at them with a compassionate gaze. "Are you the family of Franklin?" he asked in a voice full of caution.Sarah nodded weakly, unable to make a sound. It was Amelia who answered, "Yes, we are his family."The officer nodded, then slowly opened the door to the room. Inside, it was quieter, colder. In the center o