"Ivanna... Ivanna..."

As I got to the top of the iron tank, I heard Jared's uneasy voice from the bottom. I felt dizzy, and my steps faltered. When I slipped, Atlas caught me and lifted me back up.

I couldn't afford to overthink.

Anxiously, I followed the stairs spiraling down from the top of the iron tank. My trembling voice echoed, "Ivanna! What happened to her?"

I could barely make out the situation below. A few faint lights swayed at the bottom of the iron tank, and there appeared to be water. The pungent smell of rust and stagnant water intensified as I descended, chilling me to the bone.

At the base, Jared's men used their phone’s flashlights to illuminate the massive tank. The lights resembled fireflies.

It was like a veil had covered my vision. In the darkness, I could only see moving figures.

I heard Jared shout, "Knife!"

My heart leaped to my throat. Why did he need a knife?

I cursed myself for wearing semi-high heels. Even though I was anxious, I couldn’t rush do