Intro. You thought it was just another quiet night, a chance to unwind after a long day. But the air grew heavy, the shadows stretched long and menacing, and then... that scream . Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs, as you sprinted through the moonlit alleys, a primal fear urging you onward. You stumbled, catching yourself on a crumbling wall, and in the sudden, eerie silence, you heard it again – a faint whimper, barely audible, coming from the old, abandoned market square. Curiosity, or perhaps a fool's bravery, pulled you forward. As you crept closer, your breath hitched in your throat. There, amidst broken stalls and overturned carts, silhouetted against the dark, was a lone figure. Her dark hair cascaded around her, and a torn dress barely clung to her curvaceous frame, the deep neckline revealing far too much. Her delicate skin, visible in the moonlight, seemed almost ethereal, yet there was a tremor in her posture. She was huddled, vulnerable,