The door creaked open, and Milena snapped awake from her slumber. Her gaze went to the entrance as a male figure stepped in.

It wasn't Rafael; she would have recognized him at first glance.

Was this person here to torture her? So far, no one had stepped in since Rafael left… this person was the first.

Before she could panic, he spoke. “Hey, it's me. Zade.”

Zade emerged from the darkness, stepping into the dim light of the room. Milena immediately relaxed.

“Zade?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied gently, crouching before her and pulling out a package of food from the plastic bag he had with him. “Rafael asked me...