Waking up from the cold breeze that had escaped from the outside through gaps of the trapdoor, my breath hitched when I remembered what happened last night.

There was a rain of bullets in my house and it was burnt to ashes.

As soon as I opened the door, smoke and ashes where kissing my skin. I looked around to see if everything was burned down.

And surprisingly, the only part of my house that was caught in fire was the receiving area and the garden outside.

I was shocked at how the fire didn't crawled up to the upstairs and to the kitchen. And as I was about to walk to the kitchen, I saw a note that was half burnt on the blackened floor.

Picking it up, it was indeed a note.

But no handwritings. Just a srcibble of what looks like to be an image of some bird. And a circle around it.

I didn't know what that was, but I jested this is from someone who may have stopped the fire or someone who started it.

I walked straight to the kitchen that seems to be unfazed with the raging fire last night.

And even my stomach is growling, my mind don't want my mouth to taste some food. It's as if it was locked on the moment I hid in that basement. So I just chose to drink some water the quench my thirst.

As I was drinking, a vibration from my phone was felt in the pocket of my jacket.

It was Vidalia. Why's she calling?

"What's-"

"I swear Amalia fidelle! Don't get caught! Dad is chasing the three of us!" she shrieked. But she seems to be running based on her ragged breathing.

I looked outside of my almost burnt house to see if there's someone outside.

But none.

"Vidalia Lourien, don't state my full name, you bitch. And there's none here. But I'll have to evacuate now, I see some note that has logo-"

"Keep the note *Iwjwikkall*"

"What? Vidalia what are you saying?" I asked her for I don't get what she was saying but her line was already cut-off.

I scratch my head in frustration but when I looked at the note again, I can't help but be wary of the logo.

It wasn't familiar with our dad's company logo. And I haven't even seen this one before.

I took it and looked further to see if there was something that could be the clue.

But none, I still only see the indistinguishable bird inside of the circle logo.

My phone vibrates again. And this time, it's from Zagreb.

"Hello-"

"This will be the last time I will call you Amalfi," he answered as he was huffing. I wanna ask him the reason but it seems that he was also being chased bit had a couple of minutes to catch his breath. "Dad sent his men to chase and catch the three of us. I also heard from someone I know that Dad ordered to burn your house down. I thought you died. But always remember sis, don't ever state your name in the crowd. Use a new identity." and his phone call turned off.

I didn't know why it seemed that they were subtly saying their farewell to me.

Are they gonna die? Please no.

After the calls, I immediately rushed upstairs to get to my room.

Only to see how much chaos was in it. My room was ransacked, all of my things were almost unrecognizable.

Must be that the perpetrators are trying to get something that I didn't know I had.

As I was about to get inside my room, a handkerchief was covering my mouth.

Making me fall into slumber.

Not knowing what happened, I opened my eyes. But I see nothing. I can't even move.

But I felt someone was near me.

"Mr. Fructoso didn't know the whereabouts of his fourth child after he burned her house down. As he sends his men to chase his other kids, he didn't know this one was still alive."

"Man, you're fucked up. Why don't you just make her your bait?"

"Shut up. Don't ruin my plans."

"Whatever you say, dude. But let me tell you this..."

"What?"

"She is not your average girl."

Are they talking about me?

After that conversation, I heard a loud thud from what it seemes to be a metal door.

I didn't know where exactly I was, but this place feels... Cozy.

"Stop acting like you're still sleeping." a man's voice told me. Which made me surprised.

"Uh, what should I do? I can't move, I can't even see," I spoke. Not fazed with his intimidations.

"Stay that way, just order the others to do what you want." Then I heard shuffled steps on the floor and a loud thud again frok the door.

"Uh, I'm hungry," I spoke.

"Open your mouth." Before I could respond, a spoon was shoving to my mouth.

All the time, I was only giving this guy my orders. Even taking a piss or deposit in my bathroom.

It is like, I was blind and got used to walk from where I was sitting to my bathroom. I would feel this guy's presence like I was seeing him without physical eyes.

"Hey, pst." I called this guy again as I was getting thirsty.

"I have a name."

I scoffed, "I asked your name quite a lot of times already and you're insisting that you don't want me to know. So I'll call you 'pst' if you don't say your name."

"Even," he spoke. Which confuses me.

"What are you saying? What's even? Even though?" I asked. I heard a groan and squeaking of the chair he was sitting in.

"Name's Even. Happy now?" he irritatingly asked me.

"Pft," I almost fit out of my laughter but I chose to cave it in as I felt his gaze getting intense.

"Didn't know that 'Even' could be a name now. I feel bad to the nurse who wrote your name," I spat but I hear him a bit chuckled. I'm not even joking, but meh. Whatever.

"Know what?" he asked me.

"What?" I answered him as I was licking my lips. Dude, I'm so thirsty.

"Stop licking your lips. Are you thirsty?"

"Thought you would never ask. Give me a glass of water, Even. Thanks."

I heard him grunting but who cares? He would not even take my handcuffs off my hands that were tied on my back. And I am still blindfolded, tsk.