~CELINE~
I crouched down by the small opening, squinting to see through the dust and darkness. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "Can anyone hear me?"
"Help us!" came a frightened voice—it sounded like Freya again. "The ceiling is still falling!" She cried.
I heard the tiny sound of stone and debris shifting, followed by muffled cries of fear. My heart hammered against my ribs. These were just kids—newly initiated, yes, but still essentially children in my eyes.
"Stay calm," I called back, trying to keep my voice steady and reassuring despite the panic building in my chest. I couldn't help but worry as I imagined just how afraid they all must've felt in that moment.
"We're going to get you out. Can you tell me who's in there and if anyone's hurt
