Yohan looked around the dimly lit room, scanning the faces of the children who were just as scared and confused as he was pretending to be.
His eyes stopped on two in particular—the children Cruz had specifically instructed him to protect.
The boy, older and visibly trying to remain calm, was doing his best to comfort his younger sister and the other children huddled around them.
His voice was soft, but the tension in his body was obvious.
Yohan could see the strain on the boy's face, the pressure of keeping his sister calm while everything around them spiraled into chaos. Yohan took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
Suddenly, the sound of an alarm blared through the building, and panic surged through the room. The children tensed, eyes wide with fear.
Yohan's senses sharpened as the noise of battle grew louder outside.
