Chapter 6

• Aurora’s POV
• The footsteps outside faded away, leaving me in deep fear.
• This was a refrigerated room, and the temperature inside was extremely low. If I couldn't escape in time, I would freeze to death.
• I knew this had to be another scheme of Scarlett's. She was willing to kill me to secure the lead role!
• Despite my intense fear, I forced myself to calm down and quickly find a way to escape.
• The refrigerated room was pitch black. I found my phone and illuminated the screen, but there was no signal.
• With the light from my phone, I scanned the depths of the storage room. It was filled with boxes of various sizes, making it impossible to see an exit.
• Amidst my chaotic thoughts, I heard a faint noise coming from the left wall.
• I was stunned. How could there be noise here?
• Following the direction of the sound, I discovered a small window hidden behind a pile of large boxes. It was just big enough for me to fit through.
• I found a pry bar and used it to smash the window. Then, I climbed out through the small opening.
• As my upper body emerged from the window, I caught a whiff of damp, foul-smelling air.
• Realizing I might be in the back alley of a bar, where various garbage was dumped, I understood that this area was usually deserted. However, my assumptions were shattered by the noisy commotion that broke out just as I pulled my feet out of the window.
• I stealthily hid behind a nearby garbage bin and peeked through the cracks toward the street's exit.
• A group of people in black suits had gathered there, led by someone who seemed irritated. I could faintly hear them talking about catching "that kid."
• Soon, they dispersed, heading in different directions. Luckily, they didn't come my way, as my direction was a dead end.
• I dismissed the idea of running out into the streets, it was too risky. Instead, I assessed the wall behind me. About two meters above ground, there was a window. It must have been a restroom window, as I had heard the sound of drainage pipes from above in the refrigerated room.
• As I pondered how to climb up to the two-meter-high window, a faint noise around startled me once more.
• It came from a half-height garbage bin next to me.
• Thinking it might be a rat or a stray cat, I glanced toward the source of the sound, only to be shocked to the core.
• There was a little boy inside the garbage bin!
• The little boy appeared to be around four or five years old, with delicate features and fair, soft skin, resembling a cute little cherub. He was trembling inside the garbage bin, his dark eyes filled with caution and vigilance.
• How could there be a child in the trash bin behind the bar?
• Surely no irresponsible guest would bring a child to a bar?
• Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I spoke uncertainly, "The child those people were looking for... it's you, right?"
• The boy remained silent, only staring at me with his watery eyes, full of apprehension.
• Realizing those people might return soon, I didn't hesitate any longer. I reached out to the little boy.
• At first, he seemed hesitant, but when I ruffled his furry head, he seemed to freeze. Without further ado, I swiftly lifted him out of the trash bin, cradling him in my arms.
• "Baby, see that window up there? I'll help you get in. Once you're in, find your way out through the bar's main entrance. Once you're out, find a way to contact the police or your family!"
• I crouched down, gesturing for him to climb onto my shoulders so he could reach the window with my height advantage.
• For the first time, the boy responded to my words, shaking his head resolutely.
• Understanding his reluctance, I chuckled and pinched his cheek. "You're quite loyal, huh? Want to stick with me? Come on, the window is too small for me to fit through. You go first, then find someone to help me."
• Seeing the boy still hesitating, I lifted him onto my shoulders. "Hurry up. Be a man and don't dilly-dally. I'll stay down here and watch over you!"
• Finally, the boy raised his hands and grabbed onto the window sill, struggling to climb inside.
• As the boy's body disappeared into the window, a loud noise of footsteps erupted from the street corner.
• By the window, the boy, with a blank and terrified expression on his face, watched as the scene unfolded...
• I quickly mouthed, "Go..."
• Until I saw his figure disappear, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
• If my baby hadn't died back then, they would probably be about this age now...
• Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on me, and before I could crouch down, I felt footsteps approaching me.
• "Who are you?"
• A slightly annoyed voice came from behind me, and I didn't turn around.
• Until a pair of hands grabbed my shoulder, and finally, I was twisted around.
• Behind me stood many men wielding knives, and from their appearance, I guessed right, they were indeed gangsters.
• But when I saw the leader, the man who was grabbing me, my breath caught in my throat.
• He still had long, shoulder-length black hair, with a massive and sinister scar running from his forehead to his left cheek.
• He was the beginning of my nightmare-Tony Sopran.
• The man who took me away from my home five years ago.