While Ethan was surrendering to a tranquil slumber in his bed, not everyone was privy to such serenity.
In the district master's office, Oscar stood with his head bowed low as the district master paced the room.
Both of their faces were etched with seriousness and gravity as a formidable silence hung between them.
The atmosphere was charged with such intense tension that one would sense it immediately upon entry.
"Any good news yet?" the district master inquired, cutting through the quietude.
"No, the boys are still on the lookout for them, but there's no good news; they were nowhere to be found. They weren't even in their apartment when we arrived," Oscar responded.
"You fool! Do you think he'd be foolish enough to return to that apartment, especially after knowing we'd come for him once we discovered the truth?" The district master's anger was palpable.
