As the hours passed without any word from Mars, concern began to gnaw at Aurelia and Falcon. The sense of urgency escalated, and with each passing moment, their worry deepened. An unspoken agreement hung in the air—they had to check on Falcon's whereabouts.
Racing against time, Aurelia and Falcon made their way to the address Mars had visited earlier—the dwelling of the demon with the hybrid children. Apprehension coiled in their chests as they approached the unassuming house, its façade a quiet sentinel to the mysteries within.
The door stood ajar, a faint sense of unease lingering in the air. Aurelia exchanged a glance with Mars, their shared concern echoing in their silent communication. Without hesitation, they stepped inside, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.
"Something isn't right," Aurelia murmured, her voice tinged with worry as they ventured deeper into the dwelling. "Falcon wouldn't just vanish without a trace."
