Preston’s POV

Nelly died on a midsummer evening, covered in various tubes and instruments.

She died of multiple organ failure.

My acquaintance with Nelly felt like a twist of fate.

At ten years old, I fell in love with flying drones. The city had many restrictions, so I had the driver take me to the mountains, to those layered peaks with beautiful and thrilling scenery.

It was in this setting that I discovered Nelly and her mother, tied up in a pigsty.

As a child from the city, I was stunned and speechless by the scene.

I reported it to the police and hired many bodyguards to rescue Nelly and...