Arga pressed the gas pedal harder. That night, the city streets stretched endlessly in silence, the glow of streetlights casting tense shadows across his face. Since hearing the news of Vania’s disappearance, he hadn’t stopped moving. The warehouse on the city’s outskirts was almost within reach when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He snatched it up at once.

“Hello?”

A firm voice came through on the other end.

“Mr. Arga? We’ve located a woman named Vania. She’s safe, currently at the West Sector police post.”

Arga nearly slammed the brakes in the middle of the road. His eyes widened, his voice catching in his throat.

“What? Vania… she’s safe?”

“That’s right....