After finally finding the perfect evening outfit, Allison got dressed right on the spot. It was a casual jeans with a loose white top and a cardigan without any buttons. Her father did not like to see her in anything with a pants, but she figured she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore today. Whilst putting back the rest of her clothes, she walked over to the living area when she noticed a slight knock to her door.

“Needed outside? What for?” Allison confusingly stepped towards the door, already regretting she did not put on any socks yet. The white tiles on the floor were freezing at this time of the year. Slightly annoyed, she opened up the door, only to see a tall guy standing there. He was no guard, that was for sure. His clothing was a bit old school and not very neat. 

“And whom are you?” She asked politely, but having a slight annoyance building up inside her. When her eyes shifted to the side, she noticed another guy. He was holding the feet of a guard. It seemed like he was.. “What are you doing?!” Allison raised her voice at the man and stepped outside her room. A faint scream escaped her lips as she held her hands in front of them. “You.. You killed him?!” Clearly panicking, she turned around and ran back into her room. With a spin she threw the door into the face of the guy in front of it. Quickly, she locked the door and pushed her whole weight against it. “GUARDS?!” She yelled out. Several seconds passed but no response. Allison was sure her father had set up several microphones up, so everything would be heard. “ANYONE? INTRUDER!” But not a single response followed. “Oh god..” She mumbled and ran back to her room, grabbing a backpack. Without hesitation, she threw several clothing inside, together with a tablet, her wallet and a pair of shoes.

She had to get out of there. Putting some shoes on herself, she rushed to her bathroom and picked the first few beauty items she might need. In the basement she had no windows, but there was a panel she could open up to get to some stairs. It was right behind her bed, but when she tried to open it up, it seemed to be locked. "No.. No!" Pressing her fingers underneat the wooden panel, pulling as hard as she could, she started to feel helpless. "No.."