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In a pitch-black room, nothing was visible. The darkness was so heavy it made breathing difficult. A girl was bound there, her condition dire, as if brutally beaten. Deep bruises marked her face, lips cracked, eyes swollen. Iron chains cut into her wrists, blood dripping, her breaths weakening.

Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open. Four or five women entered with a loud thud—not ordinary women, but female bodyguards. Each six feet tall, muscular, faces stone-cold. Their presence could make any man tremble. Their eyes held an icy detachment, like machines. Their footsteps echoed as they approached the girl.