It was a cold, cloudy evening. The sky wore shades of grey, and the wind whispered secrets to the street lamps. A girl stood quietly at the edge of a road, waiting to cross. Her eyes were soft, distant—lost in thought.
Suddenly, a black van screeched to a stop right in front of her.
Before she could react—
A hand.
A cloth.
Darkness.
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Inside the van, muffled cries and heavy breathing filled the tense air.
Kidnapper #1: "Boss, we got the girl. The one you wanted."
Boss (grinning): "Good boys. Bring her out."
The van door opened with a slam. The girl, tied tightly with ropes and her face covered in a black cloth, was dragged out and tied to a chair. Around her, other girls sat in fear—gagged, bound, trembling.
Boss: "Take off the cloth. I want to see her face."
Kidnapper: "Yes, boss."
The black cloth slipped away. And then—
Silence.
Boss (furious): "What the hell?! She's... ugly!"
The kidnapper's smile faded.
Kidnapper: "I-I thought she was the one. I messed up..."
BANG!
A single shot echoed. The kidnapper collapsed.
Boss (gritting teeth): "How do I explain this to my boss? He wanted a beautiful girl. He'll kill me for this mess!"
He turned to another goon.
Boss: "I'm leaving for now. When I return, this girl better be gone. No body. No evidence. Nothing."
Kidnapper: "Yes, boss."
As the girl sat there—silent, watching, unnoticed—
Something dark flickered in her eyes.
They thought they kidnapped the wrong girl.
But they had no idea how wrong they really were.