"Are you in there?" Joy Dalton walked up to the shipping container, curled her fingers, and knocked lightly on it twice. The diamond nail art on her fingernails sparkled brilliantly, catching the dim light in the pitch-black night.
Upon hearing the knock, the person inside the container began ramming the walls with even more force, the muffled groans from his mouth growing more intense.
Hearing the sounds up close, Joy Dalton couldn't help but frown.
'Why does that sound so rough? That's not a young girl's voice.'
'Did they grab the wrong person again?'
Just as Joy Dalton was frowning in suspicion, the sound of footsteps from behind instantly broke her train of thought. She turned around and saw three men walking slowly toward her. The man in the lead was wearing a mask and a hat, making his face basically unrecognizable.
