Xavier’s P.O.V
In a dimly lit room, the air was heavy with tension, and Xavier’s voice sliced through it like a sharp blade. “Where is she?” His frustration reverberated, pushing the terrified man in front of him into a corner. It was understandable that the man was frightened, given the grave situation they were facing.
“We still haven’t been able to find out where they’ve taken her,” the man stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
Xavier’s hands clenched into fists, and he ran a frustrated hand through his disheveled hair. Three agonizing days had gone by since she had disappeared, and time was slipping away. “This is frustrating,” he thought, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. “It’s been three whole days now. Get everyone involved, a
