Jioni soon crept to the back of the van and knocked gently on the rear doors. Her taps were fearfully soft against the metal. She knocked until the doors suddenly swung open. Pitch black, an explosion, then stars. It collided with Jioni’s face. The pain stung as she rubbed, and a burning sensation immediately followed. Blinded by the incident, she didn’t process the hand that dragged her in. The heavy doors shut behind with a latching thud.
