Vaughn shook his head. "Not yet. I need to make sure Eliza is settled first."
Ivan reached across the table, placing a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "We'll take care of him. Focus on Eliza."
Vaughn nodded, his expression softening slightly.
For a few moments, they sat in silence, the weight of the situation heavy between them. Vaughn's thoughts were consumed by the image of Eliza's tear-streaked face, her whispered words of fear and gratitude. He knew that he couldn't rest until he was sure she was safe.
After a while, Vaughn stood up, his resolve firm. "I'm going to basement."
Ivan nodded, his eyes following Vaughn as he walked towards the basement stairs. The air grew heavier with each step Vaughn took, a mix of tension and grim determination settling around him. As he descended into the dimly lit basement, the scent of sweat and blood filled the air, a stark reminder of the brutality that had unfolded.
