In a warehouse on the south side of the city, Milly was bound tightly to an iron frame, her limbs restrained, unable to struggle.

The darkness and silence of the warehouse amplified her fear, making her heart pound.

She hesitated before calling out, “Is anyone here?"

Her only answer was the echo of her voice, reverberating back to her in the cold, desolate space.

What was going on now?

Just moments ago, Milly had been driving away, thinking she had escaped. But before she reached the second intersection, more than ten cars were chasing her.

Forced to abandon her car, she found herself surrounded by even more pursuers.

Gerard must have gone to great lengths to capture her. Despite her efforts to disrupt the GPS on Lilah's phone, he had found Lilah. How did he manage it?

Realizing escape was futile, Milly had thrown her gun to the ground and raised her hands in surrender. Then she had been dragged to this old warehouse.

The warehouse, long abandoned, still bore traces of past violence, with dried blood staining the floor.

Gerard had evidently repurposed the place for his ulterior motives.

Alone and bewildered, Milly struggled to understand their intentions. Were they planning to leave her here to die, her cries unheard?

Lost in these thoughts, her heart jumped as the warehouse door creaked open, the heavy sound grating in her ears. She looked up to see a familiar figure.

It was Lilah.

"You sure have a knack for survival. There's always someone willing to go through hell for you, willing to die for you. I'm curious, how many more people do you plan to kill before you're satisfied?" Milly spat out curses, but Lilah ignored her, stepping further into the warehouse.

Gerard followed, bringing a few people with him. They lit candles, casting a dim light that flickered against the warehouse walls.

As the dim glow illuminated Lilah's face, Milly could see the fierce determination in her eyes.

"Tell me," Lilah sneered, sitting down in front of Milly. "Tell me your purpose. I doubt you want to be coerced into talking. This is your last chance."

"The last chance?" Milly sneered, her voice dripping with defiance. "Will you let me go if I tell you? Are you really that kind?"

Lilah's smile was faint but cold, her eyes narrowing slightly. "If you tell me, it's uncertain whether I'll let you go. But if you don't, I'll make sure you understand the consequences. It's all up to you. If you're determined to have a death wish, I'll grant you that wish."

Milly's gaze locked with Lilah's, a shiver of uncertainty running through her. Could Lilah actually let her go?

The answer, she knew, was far from promising.

Lilah's kindness was a facade, a dangerous illusion.

"You don't want to tell me, do you?" Lilah's voice cut through the tension, her patience visibly waning.