133 SEARCHING

LUKE'S POV Andre and I hurried through the vast, empty warehouse, our footsteps echoing against the cavernous walls. The dim light from a few high windows cast long shadows across the dusty floor, adding to the eerie atmosphere. We had been searching for Ariel, our voices calling out her name but receiving only silence in return. I could feel frustration building within me. "Andre," I called out, my voice tinged with defeat. "I don't think she's here. Maybe we should call for help. Maybe we're wasting our time." Andre's voice echoed through the warehouse. "Luke, we can't give up now. Ariel needs us, and we're not leaving until we find her." I continued searching, pushing boxes aside and peering behind crates, but there was no trace of Ariel. It felt like an endless labyrinth, and hope was slipping through my fingers. As I approached the center of the warehouse, André joined me. "Luke, I know this is tough, but we can't lose hope. Ariel is counting on us. We've come too far to give