"What? Where is he now!?" Zach's voice crackled with unease, the words a sharp and anxious retort. His normally composed demeanor betrayed a sense of alarm that gripped his soul.
For Martin, the guard's report remained veiled, lost amidst the frantic clamor of the moment. Yet, the gravity of the situation was written all over Zach's face. The color drained from his features like the receding tide, leaving behind a visage etched with deep concern and resolute determination.
As the door swung shut behind Zach's hasty departure, Martin couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the moment settling upon him like a suffocating blanket.
Dizziness clouded his senses, making it difficult to grasp the full extent of the situation. He was left grappling with the enigma of Zach's sudden anxiety, a puzzle that eluded easy answers.