Alton leaned forward, his expression intense. "Anything you remember about her, Ivan?" he pressed.
Before Ivan could respond, a voice from the doorway broke the silence. "She has orange hair, and she looks like a Barbie doll."
Everyone turned to see Bjorn standing there, holding the hand of Alora. Ivan’s eyes widened in surprise. "Bjorn!" he exclaimed. "Why did you bring Alora here? And what happened to her?"
Alora, her face pale and her body trembling, broke free from Bjorn’s grip and ran toward Ivan. She clung to him tightly, burying her face against his chest. Her small body shook with fear, and her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She was too scared, too overwhelmed by everything she had seen. She couldn’t find the words to tell them wh
