In the grip of a headlock, my breath escaped in desperate gasps. A woman's voice, laced with threat, interrogated my presence. Summoning every ounce of strength, I jabbed her side, prompting a satisfying grunt. Seizing the opportunity, I thrust her against a nearby wall, my knife menacingly grazing the surface beside her head. "Playing nice would suit survivors, don't you think?" Gianna Williams sought thrills, but chaos descended, thrusting her into a place she once called home into a nightmarish, ruthless game, where each encounter held the potential for danger and every shadow concealed an unknown threat.