Their Eunoia

Obscond

"In a twist of fate, I seek protection from the one meant to guard." Zimal Zamaar Khan

As she regained consciousness, her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, scanning for any clues or means of escape. Two doors stood before her, and she suspected that one of them led to the restroom. With caution, she sat up and swiftly retrieved her handbag, which she had kept hidden under her abaya. Inside, she found her money, cards, mobile phone, and the object she believed they had kidnapped her for.

Taking out a sticky note from her bag, she deftly placed it over the camera she had spotted in the room, using a chair as leverage. So far, luck was on her side, as she remained undetected. Determined to seize the opportunity, she made her way towards the door she presumed to be the restroom, only to discover that it required a password to open. After two failed attempts, she noticed a prompt warning her that she had only two tries left.

Her mind raced with thoughts, but in her desperate situation, she couldn't afford to dwell on the strange coincidence of the password. Without much thought, she allowed her fingers to move instinctively, and she typed in the date she was wed-locked. Miraculously, the door unlocked, granting her access.

Her mind already filled with numerous concerns, she chose not to ponder the unlikely occurrence, or perhaps, in that moment, she simply didn't want to entertain such thoughts. Inside the restroom, she noticed a window situated at a higher altitude. Determined to gauge her location, she approached it, using the bedsheet and pillow covers she had gathered to fashion a makeshift rope. Securing one end to a sturdy fixture, she tied the other end around her waist.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the window cautiously, relieved to discover that she was on the first floor. Expressing gratitude to her Lord, she climbed out of the window and began her descent using the makeshift rope. The darkness of the night concealed her from the guards' watchful eyes, but the rustling of leaves alerted them to her presence. She winced as she felt a jolt of pain along her spinal cord, but she kept her focus.

One of the guards approached, calling out, "Who's there?" Thinking quickly, she mustered her courage and meowed like a cat, hoping to distract him. Taking advantage of the diversion, she silently crawled behind a nearby tree. As soon as the guard moved away, she rose to her feet and sprinted as fast as she could, determined not to make a sound as she ran in a random direction.

The dense forest enveloped her, with no signs of human habitation in sight. She continued running, her breath growing heavy, until she finally reached the edge of the forest. Leaning against a tree, she struggled to catch her breath. Hunger and thirst gnawed at her, as she hadn't even had breakfast due to her tendency to feel nauseous while traveling.

In the distance, she spotted a bus approaching a bus stop. Seizing the opportunity, she mustered the energy to board the bus. Thankfully, she had her cash and phone with her, but she took precautions by turning off her phone to prevent any potential tracking.

People stared at her dirty abaya, but she paid no attention to their judgmental glances. The bus eventually came to a halt in an unfamiliar town, and she knew she had to find a clothing shop to alter her appearance. It was crucial to avoid being recognized, especially since she suspected that they were already searching for her. Determined, she scoured the streets until she stumbled upon a suitable shop.

Stepping inside, she quickly assessed the store and located the items she needed. Carefully selecting a black, long coat and thigh-high, black velvet shoes, she made her way to the fitting room. Changing into the new clothes, she discarded her soiled abaya, not wanting to leave any trace of her previous appearance. Opting to pay with cash rather than her cards, she ensured that there was no paper trail that could potentially lead to her capture. Her foresight in carrying enough cash proved to be yet another stroke of luck.