It was as if I had finally opened a mysterious door. I rushed in, checking room after room, but there was no sign of anyone.

Then, a nurse saw me. "What are you doing? This is a sterile area. How did you get in? Get out!"

I grabbed her. "Where's the person they were just trying to save? How is he?"

"Get out! Which one are you talking about?! There are many people here!" She tried to free herself while pushing us towards the exit. "Hurry up and leave!"

"Mr. Atlas, the one they were just trying to save, how is he?" I persisted.

The nurse forcefully pushed me out. "I don't know!"

Then the door shut, and I heard the lock click.

I slumped against the wall, feeling deflated and lost. I wanted to cry out, "Atlas, please tell me how you are!"

"Chlo, listen to me. Let's go back," Carol said.

We left the hospital, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was somewhere in the building. If I left now, I might miss him.

Carol drove directly back to the office. It was nearly the end of the