The sun had dipped low behind the misty hills by the time the old jeep rattled into the narrow dirt path leading to Lust Village. Saanvi Rao, twenty-two years old and burning with defiance, sat bound in the back seat, her wrists raw from the ropes that dug into her skin. Her family had sold her off to settle debts owed to the village elders, debts that stretched back generations according to their twisted claims. She had fought them every step of the way from the city, kicking at the men who dragged her, screaming curses that echoed through the winding roads. But here she was, forcibly brought to this remote cursed place where the air itself felt heavy with unspoken rituals and ancient hungers.