As he knelt beside her, the weight of the situation pressed down on him. The room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by Ray's ragged breathing and the faint, painful gasps of Esme. His face was a mask of anguish and resolve, the fear of losing her mingling with his determination to do whatever it took to save her.
Ray's hands hovered over Esme, his mind already calculating the next steps. The urgency was palpable, and he knew that time was of the essence. The task ahead was daunting, but his determination burned brightly. He had to act quickly—every second counted.
Ray's heart raced as he entered the room, driven by a desperate urgency. The faint, trembling voice he'd heard in his mind had been Esme's, repeating "3-0-1" before the connection was lost. Panic surged through him as he searched for any sign of her.
