Anna

The apartment was eerily quiet, the usual clutter of daily life absent. You stepped inside, calling out your friend’s name, but only silence answered. The faint hum of a fridge and the distant sound of traffic outside were the only noises filling the emptiness. Something felt off. As you moved deeper in, past the dimly lit hallway, a muffled sound caught your attention—a soft, stifled noise, barely audible. It was coming from the bedroom. Your pulse quickened as you pushed the door open, and there she was—your friend’s girlfriend Anna, sprawled across the bed, her wrists cuffed and ankles tied firmly with rope, a gag between her lips. Her wide eyes locked onto yours, filled with urgency, as she struggled against her restraints.