The young man looks outside, the woman slowly walks away from the police station, head in her hands crying. When she reaches the main road in front of the police station, the woman hears footsteps and voices. It’s the men who have been chasing her, the one she escaped from. She screams and starts running, taking a left turn quickly followed by a right turn. She clearly doesn’t know where she’s going, but she needs to escape from these men as soon as possible. She turns into a well-lit alley, in hope she can find her escape here, or even an open door to run into a house or something. But instead, she hits a dead-end alley. A big brick wall at the end. She nervously looks around if there’s any place to hide, but she’s stuck. The two men are now at the beginning of the alley and slowly are coming closer. “No! HELP! Leave me alone! HELP! ANYONE!, she screams, but no reply from anyone around her. The two men grab her, punch her to the ground and drag her towards the beginning of the alley. Suddenly they stop, a big white pick-up truck pulls up, there’s a third guy involved, she quickly realizes. One of the three men opens the front door of the truck and pulls out a cloth from the driver’s seat. He quickly walks over to the woman and places the cloth over her mouth and nose, she’s being drugged. She quickly falls asleep.

After a while, the woman slowly wakes up. She’s in the back of the truck. She starts screaming again and tries to open the door, but they’re locked. She looks to the left of her, the third guy is right next to her. He makes a fist of his hands and knocks her back out again. This time it only takes a few minutes for the woman to wake up again. She’s unsure where she is, but the car makes a turn into a cute street with nice houses. Suddenly, the third guy pulls out a white cloth bag from his pocket and rudely places it over the head of the woman, while tightening the rope on the bottom, it’s very tight around her neck by now. A short minute later, the truck stops, the men are getting out of the truck and they seem to greet someone close. Sounds like a woman. The door next to the woman opens and they pull her arm, she needs to get out. “Not a single word, or scream, woman. And do not even try to escape again, or we will end you”, one of the men whispers in her ear. He pushes her up a short flight of stairs. They open a door and she gets pushed inside. She’s still unsure where she is, but it smells really nice here. A mixed smell of bread, bacon. But she has no time to enjoy the smell. She gets pushed up two flights of stairs. The stairs are wood and make a lot of noise while walking up the stairs. Another door opens and the woman gets thrown inside. They remove the bag from her head and the men walk outside the room. The door closes with a slam and they lock the door, she can hear there are two locks.

The woman slowly looks around, there’s not much in this room. It’s a very cold attic, lots of wood. There’s a bed in the left corner under the steep slope roof. Next to the door is a sink. It’s at least 50 years old, for sure. That’s all there’s in this room, a sink and a bed. The windows are blacked out with a black paint or something, but it shows cracks. She tries to look outside through the cracks but the cracks are too small to look through. All she can see is that it’s getting light outside, daytime is about to start. The woman turns around and walks up to the door. She pulls and pushes, but the door is locked for sure. She pounds on the door and screams, but no reply from the other side of the door. She’s getting tired, all she’s been through the past couple of hours is taking its toll. She decides to lay down on the bed. Just when she slowly falls asleep, the locks make a sound. Someone is unlocking the locks and opens the door. It’s the third guy, a tall, Mexican guy with a white baseball cap on his head enters the room. He holds a big knife in his left hand and a plate in his right hand. On the place is a single slice of white bread, looks toasted, together with a couple strips of bacon. He puts the plate on the floor next to the bed, he turns around again and walks out of the room. He gently closes the door and locks it. The woman notices only one lock gets locked this time, not two.

She walks up to the room and tries to look through the cracks of the door, where the lock is. She can’t see much, but it looks like the main lock of the door is not locked. She gently pulls and pushes at the door, it’s moving a little. She looks around for any sharp objects, to see if she can open the door, but the room is emptier than her future, she realizes. She gives up and decides to eat the slice of bread while walking up to the window. She finds out that the paint has been applied to the window from the inside. She tries to pull some of it from the window by using her finger nails. It seems to be working, small pieces of paint fall off of the window onto the floor. She looks outside from a little crack she just made, trying to find out where she is. All she sees are cute houses and the pick-up truck the men used to get her to this house. ‘What is their plan? Why am I here?’ she wonders.