In a split second, the desperate captive lunged for Danny's gun, effortlessly slipping it out of the holster, aiming it at the man who had subjected him to a brutal beating. His face and chest smeared with blood, he was poised to pull the trigger, seeking retribution for the torment he had endured. Emerald held her breath, paralyzed by the unfolding chaos.
Meanwhile, Oliver and Gabby had hurried out of the room, racing to assist their comrade who now faced the barrel of his own gun. The tension mounted as Emerald, separated by the two-way mirror, watched the dramatic events unfold before her eyes, each moment playing out like a surreal late-night thriller.
In a final act of desperation, Danny raised his hand in a futile attempt to shield himself from the imminent danger, bracing for the
