Suddenly, the chilling scene before her merged with a haunting memory.

It was another dark, icy night, similar to this one, filled with the same bone-chilling rain.

Raegan remembered being carried endlessly by her foster father along a seemingly infinite road until he stumbled and fell hard.

The impact sent the young Raegan flying, and she Landed in a muddy ditch, her body and face obscured by mud and hidden among dense reeds, nearly indistinguishable from the dark muck around her.

As she struggled to rise and call for help, she saw her foster father vigorously shaking his head.

Despite his pain, her foster father stood and feigned carrying her as he attempted to continue forward. The young Raegan watched in confusion, unable to understand why he pretended to hold her while she lay in the ditch.

In a moment of shock, the scene shifted. A bright red sports car blasted past, its engine roaring Like thunder.

It illuminated her foster father, still mimicking motion, and in a horrific instant, a blinding light seemed to Lift him off the ground.

He was thrown into the air and crashed down with a devastating impact.

The young Raegan witnessed the horrifying sight as his body shattered upon impact, his limbs grotesquely disjointed, one of his legs thrown gruesomely before her.

The sight was nightmarishly vivid.

As he lay on the ground facing Raegan, his eyes, wide and unseeing, seemed to silently plead for her to remain quiet.

The young Raegan, observing his vacant stare, felt an overwhelming urge to scream, but her voice was stifled as if her throat was filled with cotton.

Her silence, however, turned out to be her protection.

Emerging from the sports car, a man clad in a red velvet suit appeared. Despite his genteel appearance, his actions belied a brutal cruelty. He carelessly flipped her foster father's body to confirm his death, then mused aloud, seemingly to the deceased, "Where's the little girl?"

This sent chills down the young Raegan's spine. It was clear this man was searching for her.

The day had begun innocuously. It was her birthday, and her foster father had just returned from the fields, proposing a cheerful outing to the town for a birthday gift.

While at the cake shop, her foster father caught the man in the red velvet suit staring intently at the young Raegan. This gaze, unyielding and intense, unsettled him, especially amid circulating rumors of child abductions.

Sensing danger, her foster father quickly grabbed the cake as soon as it was ready and hustled Raegan out of the shop.

They had barely rounded the corner when they noticed the red car ominously trailing them at a slow pace.