Davina's POV
The door burst open with a thunderous crash, startling me and everyone else inside the cramped space.
My heart hammered in terror, and I could sense the same fear radiating from the others around me. For several seconds, I didn't dare to breathe. I didn't dare to move. My gaze locked onto the doorway like everyone else's, expecting the worst—more screaming, fresh threats, perhaps witnessing someone being dragged away and executed.
This time proved different.
A figure entered carrying multiple plastic meal containers stacked in his grip. A second person trailed behind, clutching an armload of water bottles. Neither brandished weapons.
No shouting erupted. No commands were barked. Their movements appeared measured. Emotionless. Possibly even—cordial?
They maintained stern expressions, yet the absence of firearms aimed at us allowed me to exhale slightly.
The men deposited their cargo onto the floor before us and retreated. The food carrier gave a curt nod.
