Natalia & Andrei
Natalia
I woke to the coppery smell of blood and the acrid scent of old sweat. My head was pounding like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull. The ground beneath me was made of hard-packed dirt, and when I tried to move, metal cuffs bit into my wrists, chaining me to what felt like a wooden post.
Where the hell was I?
Blinking through the haze, I forced my bleary and burning eyes to focus on my surroundings. The place looked like it had been abandoned for decades—rotting wooden structures, tarps stretched between broken fence posts to create makeshift tents. An old farmhouse stood in the distance, its windows boarded up and its roof sagging.
The scent of rogues was burning into my nostrils. It didn’t take a genius to know that I’d been taken to some kind of en
