Mikal

John and the rest of the survivors followed the man through the decadent streets of the Luminar metropolis. He led them towards an alleyway and a rusted door hidden behind some trash cans.

"Through here, please," the man gestured, but John didn't move.

"Can we trust him, John?" Zara asked, her fists clenched.

"I'll be fine, but you guys stay outside, just in case," John instructed.

Everyone nodded, except Dalia...

"Wait, John, I... I'll go with you," she offered, her cheeks flushed.

"I'm fine, Dalia," John replied, but Dalia stepped forward.

"You can't expect me to leave you alone! I'll be worried sick," Dalia insisted, and John sighed, he couldn't deny her genuine worry and love.

"Alright, let's go," John agreed.

John turned around and gave a knowing glance to Zara who simply nodded.