"Yes, I understand," Claire Sinclair nodded, her voice choked with emotion.
She wanted to say more, but the man behind her had lost his patience and dragged her away by force.
Claire Sinclair couldn't help but look back at the man in the cell, who had grown visibly thinner. Her heart ached.
After what felt like an eternity of walking, Claire Sinclair was brought before an iron door—but it wasn't the door to a prison cell.
Her escort walked up to the keypad by the door, pressed a few digits, and the iron door opened. He then shoved Claire Sinclair inside.
"BANG..." The door slammed shut again.
Claire Sinclair quickly scanned the room. There was no bed, no table or chairs—it was completely empty. The only object was a 360-degree surveillance camera mounted in the corner, leaving no blind spots.
Claire Sinclair lifted her head, stared at the camera, and said loudly, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"
