born to be happy.

The echoes of shouts and hurried footsteps filled the abandoned warehouse, a cacophony of fear and desperation. "Shit, we don't have much time," a masked man cursed, his voice tight with panic. His partner fumbled with the ropes binding a girl to a chair, her face a mask of mild annoyance rather than terror.

"How did they even find us?" the second man grumbled, his frustration evident. "I can't get the rope off, what do we do?"

The first man's eyes darted around, a desperate plan forming. "We haven't gotten the money, and we can't take her with us. Kill her. That'll anger them."

Unmoved, the girl simply raised an eyebrow. They were wasting precious escape time on a petty act of vengeance. A knife gleamed as it neared her throat, glinting in the dim light. She felt the sharp slice, a searing pain, and then a warm trickle down her neck. Her breath hitched, vision blurring. It hurt. Oh, it hurt. She fought to stay conscious as the darkness crept in, a sensation eerily similar to sinking into a vast, cold ocean. The shouting of 'POLICE FREEZE!' became a distant echo as her eyes finally closed, welcoming the cool relief of oblivion.