Then the cold metal of a gun pressed against Sylvia's forehead.
The movement was so sudden most people wouldn't have reacted in time.
Sylvia simply looked at him.
Her expression didn't change.
Not even a little.
No fear.
No surprise.
Nothing.
The silence that followed was heavier than the weapon itself.
The man studied her carefully.
Searching.
Waiting.
Yet her eyes remained calm.
Far too calm.
Almost as if she had expected this moment the second he left the store.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly.
Sylvia took a sip of coffee.
Even with a gun pointed at her head.
"I could ask the same."
The answer wasn't useful.
But neither was her reaction.
Most people begged.
Most people lied.
Most people shook.
This woman drank coffee.
The man's gaze darkened.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Not amusement.
Interest.
Dangerous interest.
"You're either incredibly brave," he said.
"Or incredibly stupid."
Sylvia lowered the cup.
"Neither."
The man stared at her for a moment.
Then the gun disappeared.
for a brief second it seem that the confrontation has end.
Then—
Something struck the side of Sylvia's neck.
A sharp sting.
A tranquilizer.
Her vision blurred almost immediately.
The street lights stretched into golden lines.
The coffee cup slipped from her fingers and shattered against the pavement.
Yet even as darkness consumed her vision, she remained strangely calm.
No struggle.
No panic.
Nothing.
As though being kidnapped was merely an inconvenience.
The last thing Sylvia saw was the man's face.
Watching her.
Studying her.
Trying to solve a puzzle.
Then darkness swallowed everything.
When Sylvia opened her eyes again, darkness greeted her.
A single light hung from the ceiling.
The room was cold.
Concrete walls.
No windows.
No obvious exit.
The faint scent of smoke lingered in the air.
Sylvia sat up slowly.
Her head throbbed.
She examined the room once.
Twice.
Three times.
Calculating.
Observing.
Searching.
Only after confirming every detail did she lean back against the chair.
And wait.
Because whoever had brought her here would eventually come.
And when they did—
The real conversation would begin.
Sylvia sat quietly.
Her wrists were bound to the chair.
The ropes were tight.
The room was dark enough that she could barely make out the walls around her.
Silence filled the space.
Then—
The sound of a heavy door opening echoed through the room.
Several footsteps entered.
Not one person.
Multiple.
Large men from the sound of it.
One stopped behind her.
Another moved to her left.
A third remained near the door.
Guards.
Sylvia noted their positions without moving her head.
Then a new pair of footsteps approached.
Steady.
Unhurried.
Confident.
The person stopped directly in front of her.
Metal scraped softly against metal.
A dagger.
Someone was casually turning it between their fingers.
The atmosphere was threatening.
Clearly intentional.
A small raise of Sylvia's eyebrow was her only reaction.
Interesting.
A click echoed.
the room flood with light.
Sylvia.
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