Xavier’s P.O.V
“Where are they?” I inquired as I entered the house. The anticipation weighed on my mind like a stone, urging me to find out the reason for their summons.
“Upstairs, in your room,” one of them replied, their voice weaving a hint of intrigue into my thoughts. Nodding in acknowledgment, I made my way towards my room. Whatever was transpiring had better be of great importance.
My room’s entrance revealed a sight that startled me. The girl from both the Starbucks encounter and the underground fighting arena lay on my bed. A mixture of emotions stirred within me – surprise, curiosity, and a lingering thread of concern as I saw blood seeping from her stomach.
My query emerged almost involuntarily, “What is she doing here?” I walked further into the room, my eyes never leaving
