Zeriel leaned against the doorframe of Alisha's apartment, staring blankly at the quiet hallway. Frustration and concern gnawed at him like relentless waves on a fragile shore. His fists clenched, then released, his breath shallow and uneven. He ran a hand through his hair, the messiness reflecting the chaos in his mind. Something didn't feel right,Alisha's absence wasn't just unusual; it was troubling.
The faint buzz of city noise outside reminded him that life moved on, even if his stood still. Determined not to succumb to panic, he pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts. Logan might have some answers.
With a deep inhale, Zeriel pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear.
The line rang a few times before Logan's familiar, casual voice came through. "Hey mate, what's up?"