Prologue
The rain hammered down like a relentless barrage, the once-tranquil river now a monstrous torrent. The bridge was barely visible through the downpour. Inside the sedan, Victor gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles pale from the tension. Beside him, his daughter Sophie sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with fear.
“Sophie, we can’t wait here forever,” Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The water’s rising, and if we don’t cross now, we might never get to the award ceremony.”
“I don’t know Dad, it seems dangerous!” She said, craning her neck and trying to look ahead.
Victor peered through the rain-streaked windshield. Other cars had lined up in front of them, their tail lights casting eerie red shadows in the gloom. Time was running out.
“I know it’s scary, but I’ll keep you safe. Trust me,” Victor reassured her, and with a deep breath, got out of the lane and edged the car forward. The sedan crept onto the bridge, its tyres splashing through the gathering waters. The structure groaned ominously under the weight of the rushing water.
Halfway across, a deafening roar filled their ears, like the sound of thunder rumbling, as the river surged. Victor’s eyes darted to the passenger seat window—only to see a wall of water barreling towards them.
“Sophie! Hold on!” Victor shouted over the tumultuous noise. “It’s going to hit us!” he yelled, pushing the accelerator to the floor. The car surged forward with a desperate burst of speed.
“Dad, I’m scared!” Sophie’s voice was a fragile thread amidst the cacophony of the storm.
Victor reached out, his hand finding hers. “I’ve got you, Sophie. Just hold on tight.”
But with a thunderous crash, the floodwaters engulfed the sedan. The car lurched violently as the wave struck with the force of a thousand fists. It shuddered as if in protest, its engine whining in distress. Sophie screamed as the car was lifted like a leaf in the wind. Glass shattered; the murky depths clawing their way inside, as the world outside became a blur of swirling darkness and churning water.
The water swirled around them, cold and unrelenting, as the darkness closed in.
