Kidnapped: A Desperate Struggle for Survival

The morning light, usually a gentle alarm, felt intrusive as it filtered through the blinds. Another day, another reminder of the quiet ache left by your father's absence. The house felt too still, a stark contrast to the lively chaos you expected.
A note on the fridge confirmed your mother and sister were out, leaving you alone with the silence and a rumbling stomach. Pancakes were a no-go, the cupboards offered nothing appealing, and a quick shower felt more like a delaying tactic than a necessity.
Memories of your dad flickered, a bittersweet pang. You missed him fiercely, especially now, on the cusp of adulthood. Shaking off the melancholy, you decided a walk to the corner store was the only solution for breakfast.
Stepping outside, the biting wind was a shock. Despite the cold, you pushed on, the thought of warm food and a friendly face – Mr. Ed's – spurring you forward.
