Rescued Boy: The Oliver Sanchez Case [COMPLETED]

The night above ground was still. But fifty feet beneath a forgotten industrial zone, silence was a lie. Down here, the air buzzed with low whispers soaked into the concrete. Screams clung to the walls like shadows. In the corners, red lights blinked from motionless cameras. And at the center of it all, locked behind steel bars and rusted bolts, a child lay curled on the cold floor of a cell. He was five years old. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Breathing, but only just. His name was Oliver Sanchez. At least, it had been once. No one had spoken it in months. Here, names were stripped away. Here, they were replaced with numbers. Identity was erased. Humanity reduced to data in someone's cruel experiment. But tonight, something shifted. A shadow passed through the corridor. It was not a guard. This one moved with purpose. Quiet steps. Precise movements. Cold focus. His name was John Doe.