The sun had barely risen, but the Safehouse was already alive with tension.
Feriha sat at the edge of a worn-out sofa, her hands trembling slightly. Eric paced quietly nearby, while Ravihan spread maps and notes across the wooden table. 📑
"They've been manipulating her again," Ravihan said, his voice low and controlled.
Feriha's eyes widened.
"You mean… my sister?" 🙄
"Yes," Ravihan nodded grimly.
"She's only five, and Selene,now fifteen,is teaching her obedience through fear. Punishments, harsh words, making her do things she shouldn't… all to shape her mind, slowly, for the Circles Gang."
Feriha's stomach twisted.
Her little sister, fragile and small, being forced into cruelty…
She couldn't let it continue. 🚫
Eric knelt beside her.
"We have to act carefully. Selin won't let her go easily. And she's trained… she'll anticipate most of our moves." 👣
Ravihan tapped the maps.
"This Safehouse gives us an advantage. Cameras, hidden exits, and knowledge of her routines.
We need to observe Selene first—how she interacts, what she forces your sister to do.
Then… we plan extraction. Quietly. No mistakes."
Feriha's eyes hardened.
"I won't let her hurt my sister anymore. I promise." 🤞
Eric placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Neither will I. We do this together. Step by step."
Ravihan nodded, spreading out the papers again. 🙃
"Tonight, Selene will be with your sister, as always.
We'll study her patterns, wait for the right moment.
No sudden moves. We extract only when the timing is perfect—your sister must feel safe."
Feriha clenched her fists.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside.
Her mind replayed the memory fragments she had of her sister, the blue ribbon, the faint whispers. 💠
Each piece strengthened her resolve.
Somewhere out there, Selene was preparing her little sister for obedience.
And somewhere in this Safehouse, three determined people;Feriha, Eric, and Ravihan,were preparing to fight shadows with strategy, patience, and love. 💓