The opulent room was a canvas of shadows, barely pierced by a flickering, dim light that struggled to reveal the forms within. The oppressive silence was brutally fractured by a girl’s piercing screams and the sharp, rhythmic slap-slap-slap echoing off the polished walls. Her cries, raw and agonized, would have twisted the heart of any listener, yet the faces of those present remained cold, impassive. Mercy, humanity—they were foreign concepts here. Nothing stirred their icy composure.

Gradually, her screams weakened, her protests dissolving into pained whimpers until her body went utterly limp. Silence descended once more, thick and heavy, as she succumbed to unconsciousness.