Anya coughed, blinking away the dust that filled her eyes. The warehouse was a scene of devastation, its skeletal remains jutting towards the bruised sky. The battle was over, the air thick with the silence that follows violence.
Ethan stood beside her, his face etched with the grime of combat, his eyes holding a mix of relief and concern. The others were gone, swallowed by the dust and shattered concrete. Mr. Lee's fate remained a mystery, lost in the wreckage.
The question of Daniel hung heavy in the air. Anya looked at Ethan, her heart a tangled mess of fear and confusion. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Ethan pulled her close, his embrace a silent answer. "We get out of here," he said, his voice gruff but gentle. "We deal with everything else later."