From Owen's point of view.

Night fell again.

I hadn't slept for days.

Standing in front of the grand floor-to-ceiling windows and staring at the dark sky outside, I grew frustrated.

"Haven't you found her yet?" I asked the soldier behind me.

"We... We're sorry. Sir, we still haven't found her yet," the soldier said respectfully. His voice was trembling.

"Hurry up and find her now!" I ordered loudly.

"Understood!" the soldier responded and hurriedly left with a team of soldiers.

I was in an extremely bad mood. Where the h*ll did Emily go!

The sound of footsteps came from behind me again. I assumed it was the soldier, so...