Rafael’s POV

"What happened?" I asked Natalie's friend, Fello, over the phone, attempting to suppress the furious tone in my voice as I drove recklessly.

Fello replied amid her sobs, fear evident in her trembling voice, "I don't know. She started acting strangely, and now we couldn't make her leave the dance floor. And... and..." She hesitated, as if she was in a dilemma.

I yelled impatiently, “What’s wrong, Fello? What happened again?”

“Some… there are some men trying to pull her to one of the rooms,” she said, and I cursed, “Fuck.”

"We tried to talk to the security men, but they weren't very helpful. They said they can't...