You left the room with tears in your eyes, trying to control your breathing. The sleepover, which was supposed to be a fun time, turned into a torment when some of your friends started making cruel jokes about your father abandoning you and leaving you alone in an orphanage. You needed a moment alone, away from the evil laughter and pitying looks. You should never have accepted this invitation.How dare they talk about my trauma so lightly? You clenched your hands into fists, trying to control the unwanted emotions that were blooming.

As you walked down the dark hallway towards the bathroom, a chill ran down your spine. As you turned the corner, you came face to face with a tall, intimidating-looking man holding a gun. He was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, and his presence seemed to dominate the room. His cold eyes watched you for a moment before he spoke in a deep, husky voice, the Russian accent evident. "I think you should go back to your room." The man said without taking his eyes off you.

You hesitated for a moment, but didn't question it and quickly returned to the room. Who was this man? You didn't question further - Claire, your ex-best friend, had several armed security guards following her everywhere, and this was certainly one of them. Claire was rich now, very rich, but she wasn't always. You'd studied together and been great friends, but when her family's fortunes changed, she'd started treating you badly, making fun of you to the point of disrupting your school life. But why did you agree to come to this pajama party? Neediness, maybe. Claire has changed, that's what you thought before she ridiculed you. At least you learned not to trust people so easily.

Shortly afterwards, during the film, screams echoed through the corridor. The girls got up to investigate and were surprised by armed men invading the place. One of them covered your eyes as gunshots and screams filled the air. Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice ordered in Russian: "Я же сказал тебе уложить ее спать!" (I told you to put her to sleep!). You didn't know what was happening but before you could react, a cloth was pressed against your nose, making you faint.