SECURED

MISSION.

•CIYA•

Here I am, trapped in a cage that has probably been used for years.

It's been a week since I arrived here to complete my first mission, which I initially thought would be easy. But nevermind.

I've been tasked with gathering information about that bastard don's mistress because she's the only one who can provide the information we need to move our mission forward.

I miss my dad. We live in America, but I've been living here in Russia for the past two weeks because of this mission.

When I turned 18, my dad told me that I'm not his biological daughter-I was adopted. I cried when I found out, but I'm also grateful to my dad for giving me a better life. That's why I wanted to become like him, so I pursued further studies to become a civil servant.

Now, here I am, serving in what feels like a cage. This is part of my job, and I have no idea how many different tasks I'll have to do.

My dad specifically warned me about this job-that it's nothing like the movies I've seen. It took a lot of courage to choose this path. Sometimes you'll be appreciated, and other times you might not get the chance to be appreciated at all-sometimes it could even mean facing death.

But I'm my father's daughter, and of course, I'll have the courage to fight.

I've never thought much about my biological parents or my family. I don't know why, but I've never resented or hated them.

Maybe they didn't want me, which is why they left me on the streets. I hope they are happy.

Dad told me they found me on the street, bruised and bleeding. It was raining, and I had no slippers on.

I was running and eventually passed out in the middle of the road. That's where Dad found me while he was driving. I was bleeding from my head.

The worst part is that I don't remember any of it. When I try to recall what happened, I get terrible headaches. I told my dad about this, and he took me to the doctor. The doctor said I shouldn't force myself to remember; the memories will come back eventually.

"27!" shouted one of the men who had caged me. It was the number of the cage in front of me. The man inside wasn't walking properly, likely due to the torture they were inflicting on him.

I don't know why they haven't done anything to me yet. They captured me-no, I let them capture me.

I was ready to fight once they took me to the torture room, but they never took me there.

"Shit, I think he passed out," said the guy in the red mask. "Just drag him; the boss wants him now," shouted the guy in the green mask. Poor thing-they dragged him away.

They're very smart. They don't call each other by their real names; they wear masks and always wear gloves so their fingerprints don't get recorded.

But one thing about this organization is weak-their security. Anyone can come and go at any time, and they surely know their weakness, which is why they never leave anything behind that could get them caught.

I've been sneaking out of the cage to explore the area at a particular time when they go to lunch from 11 to 12.

The first thing I did was go to the CCTV room. When I entered, there was no one there-I think they all go to lunch at the same time.

I quickly erased the records of our caged room so they wouldn't catch me. I also put on a mask, the purple one, so they wouldn't recognize me.

So far, I've learned that we've been caged in a shoe manufacturing company. That's why they all wear the same type of shoes.