Rachel's Perspective “Guys, did you see Zion?” Angel was striding towards us, her eyes darting around the bustling crowd of museum-goers. Did she really just mention Zion? I recalled that they had entered the museum together, just moments ago, seemingly engaged in their own world of conversation and discovery. “Didn’t you and Zion go in together?” I echoed my thoughts, silently thanking Bea for initiating this line of inquiry. My curiosity was piqued, and I felt a twist of confusion deep within me. “Yeah, but for some reason, he just disappeared while we were discussing the artifacts,” Angel replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of irritation and concern. As Angel recounted her experience leading up to Zion's abrupt disappearance, I listened intently. She detailed their last moments