In a desolate, abandoned building, the darkness enveloped a small, dimly lit room. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the old structure. In the center of the room, Vaidehi sat slumped in a chair, her pallid face bearing the marks of dried blood, a testament to the ordeal she had endured. Her limp form was bound tightly to the chair, her wrists and ankles secured with rough bindings. Despite the stillness that surrounded her, her unconscious state hinted at the turmoil within, her mind shrouded in darkness as she remained unaware of her surroundings.

A voice from outside the room could be heard engaged in a phone call.