On a bright morning, Cyra stepped out of her boarding house with excitement. Today, she had the morning shift at a cafe in the South Jakarta area.

"Wow ... the air is so refreshing this morning," she exclaimed, smiling as she greeted the people she encountered along the way.

She rode her moped, a purchase she had made from her savings, at a moderate speed through the streets of Jakarta that morning.

Cyra Alesha, that's her name, was in her final semester at one of Jakarta's prestigious private universities. She never imagined that her intelligence would earn her a scholarship to study in the capital city of Indonesia.

Armed with savings from her mother, Cyra had ventured to Jakarta on her own. Her father had passed away long ago, leaving her mother to work tirelessly to support her and her younger brother, Janu, who still lived in their village. Cyra was determined to try her luck in Jakarta and improve her family's status.

A group of mafia gangs had murdered Cyra's father, and his case remains unsolved. Her mother continued to grieve over his tragic death.

In a nearby park, a handsome young man with a tall, athletic build desperately searched for his beloved pet dog, Mopi. He cherished Mopi more than anything in the world. The dog had been a gift from someone who was now far away, making it irreplaceable.

Felix appeared frustrated as he combed the park several times without spotting a trace of Mopi.

"Mr. Felix, I'm sorry, but we've searched every hidden nook around the apartment and the flower garden, and we still can't find Mopi," reported one of his men.

"Insolent! What did you say? Ugh! Ugh!" Felix's fist landed twice on the man's jaw.

"Search for Mopi until you find it! If not, I will fire all of you!" He rebuked angrily.

Meanwhile, a car was speeding in front of Cyra's eyes.

The car might have hit her if Cyra hadn't been alert enough to pull over her moped.

However, unexpectedly, a brown dog dashed across the road and was struck by the car. Instead of stopping, the vehicle accelerated even faster. Meanwhile, the dog's body was flung into the air and collided with the front wheel of Cyra's moped.

Panicking, Cyra immediately dismounted her moped and cradled the dog's bloodied body in her lap. The dog's eyes gazed sorrowfully at Cyra momentarily, leaving a deep longing. But shortly afterwards, the poor dog's eyes closed forever.

At the same time, Felix, who had been searching for Mopi, was momentarily stunned when he saw his beloved dog, covered in blood and lifeless, in a girl's lap.

"Mopi!" He shouted hysterically, then forcibly took Mopi's body from Cyra's hands, saying, "Take this girl, along with all the available evidence!" Sternly.

He immediately got into a car.

"Drive to Doctor Nelson's place at once!" He commanded the driver.

"Hold on, Mopi. Daddy will save you!" He said, worried.

"Get in!" Shouted Peter, Felix's confidant. He compelled Cyra to enter a black car.

"Where are you taking me, sir? What will you do with me?" Cyra whispered, tears streaming down her face.

But the person paid no heed, and Peter even forcefully pulled Cyra into the car. He had to do it because Cyra continued to resist, but her strength was no match for the burly men.

"What have I done wrong, sir? Where are you taking me?" Cyra protested.

"You've gravely erred, Miss, by disrupting Young Master's life!" Peter replied loudly.

"Young Master? I don't know him at all!" Cyra screamed again.

"Help ... someone, help me!" Her screams grew louder.

Since Cyra kept crying, Peter used duct tape and repeatedly bound her mouth. It didn't stop there; Cyra's head was also covered with a rice sack. She had no idea where they were taking her.

The car sped towards Mr. Felix's private residence.

Upon reaching Felix's house, the car halted in the garage.

Their arrival alarmed Bik Upik, a house assistant.

"Good morning, Bik."

"Who have you brought?" Bik Upik exclaimed in panic as Peter was seen forcibly dragging someone from the car.

"This is Mr. Felix's new detainee, Bik."

"Put her in the warehouse per Master Felix's orders."

Bik Upik examined the way Peter and several others were dragging Cyra.

"Hey! Is she a girl? Why are you mistreating her?"

"Release her!" Bik Upik demanded.

But Peter prevented Bik Upik from approaching Cyra.

"Just open the warehouse door, Bik! Don't interfere! These are all Young Master's orders. Please don't make our job difficult!" Peter rebuked, refusing to yield.

"But you've hurt her!"

"Bik Upik, if you knew what she had done, you'd be furious."

"What has she done?"

"This girl caused the crash with Mopi!" Hearing Peter's words, Bik Upik was deeply shocked.

"What?" Bik Upik replied, stunned.

Despite her hearing still functioning well, Cyra vigorously shook her head. It was as if she was denying the accusation.

Bik Upik watched as Cyra shook her head repeatedly.

"It seems this girl wants to say something. I should open the warehouse door immediately," she thought.

"All right, you all come with me," she said, then led them into the house.

After navigating through several hallways, they finally arrived at a closed and dimly lit room. Peter promptly deposited Cyra onto a thin mattress in the warehouse.

"Bik, our job is done. The rest is up to you!" Peter exclaimed.

"Make sure this girl doesn't escape. I've tightened security and stationed two bodyguards at the warehouse door just in case." He then exited the room.

"Guard this door closely. Remember, only Bik Upik can move around in this room.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," both of them replied simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Bik Upik began to untie the ropes binding Cyra's hands and feet in the warehouse.

Then, slowly, she removed the sack covering the girl's head.

When she successfully uncovered the sack, she beheld the face of a beautiful girl with sad, teary eyes.

What happens to Cyra next? Could she be in serious trouble next?