Race against time.
The office door burst open, and in rushed Drake, Elijah, Kayleen, and Shuan, their faces flushed with urgency. The room was a testament to old-world charm, filled with mahogany furniture and walls lined with bookshelves. At the desk sat Alisha's father, a man of stern countenance and piercing eyes. "Sir," Drake began, panting heavily. "Alisha." He was still trying to regain his breathing. Alisha's father looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Well, she was with you guys I would have thought she was coming here with you... What is it?" he asked, his voice as cold as ice. Elijah stepped forward, swallowing hard. "She's... she's hunting her mother." The room fell silent. Alisha's father's eyes widened, and he leaned back in his chair. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Sh
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