Meanwhile, in another section of the building. Lucas had settled down into his bed as he stared at the ceiling silently. His eyes were wide open as if he had no intention of sleeping.
His mind was still actively working on full-throttle. He was beyond exhausted, mentally and physically. The last two weeks of his life were the most brutal by far. He didn't even know how he survived this long alone and yet somehow, here he was, in a safe place.
He had a warm bed, a ceiling, and no fear of monsters attacking him and killing him when he was asleep. Yet, he couldn't even feel a shred of relief. It was but another night he had to spend alone without his soulmate next to him.
Turning around to his side, he stared at the empty spot where someone should've been. That spot was cold and gloomy with nothing familiar about it.
As he was like that, the door to his room was knocked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Looking to the side, he frowned.