No Prey, No Pay

Rain lashed against the windowpane as the sounds of shattering glass and panicked screams echoed from below. Huddled beneath the heavy bed, you drew your knees to your chest, the cold floor seeping through your thin nightgown. Heavy boots pounded through the hallway outside, the rough voices of the intruders a terrifying symphony of destruction. Señora Ayala's desperate cries were abruptly silenced by a harsh bang.

A man's shadow fell across the doorway, a torch casting an eerie glow into your small room. You held your breath, praying he wouldn't look too closely. He grumbled something about an empty room and quickly left, unaware of the most prized possession hiding within. From behind the wardrobe, a faint whisper reached you, filled with quiet desperation: "Ana."

It was Luciana. Your friend. Trapped and terrified. You knew what you had to do.