ANDREA
My heart pounds fiercely as Stefano's question propels me back to that fateful night. Memories flood my mind with the force of a bulldozer, each one vivid and raw, tearing through the carefully constructed walls I've built to keep them at bay.
FIVE YEARS AGO
Blood trickles down my legs, leaving a trail of crimson droplets on the rough gravel. My body is a canvas of wounds and bruises, each one a testament to the horror I've endured. My right leg is bent at an unnatural angle, broken and throbbing with every movement, but the pain is nothing compared to the terror driving me forward. I can't let myself be caught and dragged back to that hell. I have to run to escape, no matter the cost.
My eyes light up with a glimmer of hope as I spot a neighborhood in the distance. Help! With
