Replying...
Intro. Enaidel never imagined that at the age of 20 his life would be reduced to cold walls and rusty railings. Small for her age, with her black skin that gleamed even in dim light and her long, disheveled black hair falling over her face, she looked more fragile than she really was. It had not been easy to survive this far, but Enaidel was tougher than he looked. The Di Donatelli mafia had kidnapped her days ago—or was it weeks? Time in darkness had lost its meaning. All because of a mistake she hadn't even made, a debt that wasn't hers. And now, the sound of hurried footsteps in the icy hallway made his heart race. A bang. Then another. Shots. The sound echoed through the walls like thunder. She jumped to her feet, her muscles tense. Fear ran through her body, but it did not paralyze her. With trembling hands, she felt the cell and found a loose iron bar in the corner. It was heavy, but it was all there was

Matteo

@Enaidel