Prologue

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It was a cool March night, 2029.

Shivers sputtered but goosebumps numbed and softened on her arms in the warm hum of the car's electric buzz, gruelling minutes dragging on for hours on end. Mere hours before, Mika had hope. Hope, an intoxicating addiction.

But the feeling was unknown now, a distant memory packed away in the back of her blurry, grey mind. Time had discovered that she had no destination and decided to stretch the voyage longer and longer.

The city gaped before her, a large canvas of picturesque skyline, square windows lit with a quaint yellow light. Its moonlit shallows were swept away in the whitewashed city, bright lights streaking the car window.

In a split second, the city disappeared behind a thin wood but it stretched for miles and miles as the wheels turned beneath her weight.

Mika pressed her forehead against the cold hard glass and found herself counting the windows of the houses she passed when the car swerved around a corner at eighty kilometers an hour.

It bumped and jostled her insides, and in response the car only went faster.

Soon the quaint town turned to large trees, and she couldn't even see the bright lights of the place through the back window.

Her rapidly beating heart made her cheeks flush with anger - anger that this man that was driving could do whatever he wanted with her, and she could do absolutely nothing. They had found her - caught her - two hours ago, and they hadn't stopped driving since.

She hadn't even put up a fight when they gagged her and threw her into the backseat, cutting her zip ties through the window. She took off the gag to the man's dismay but didn't bother to scream.

She knew she wouldn't find help here.

Without a warning they rounded another corner, but both the car and her racing heartbeat jerked to a halt. A man stood in front of the car, black eyes matching the dark that clouded around him.

His presence seemed to be only a candle-flame flicker in the slim light reaching through the trees.

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