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Christopher silenced me.

"Calm down, it's me. Are you okay?"

I nodded, his hand still over my mouth.

"Good, now let's go."

Chris got up and took my hand to lead me out. We walked a bit and saw that there was only one light and someone tied to a chair.

I recognized Ethan's dark hair.

Relief and anxiety rushed through my body in split seconds. I didn't know whether to approach or not. It could be a trap or something worse, a trick of my subconscious making me see something I wished for.

"Look!" I whispered to Chris, gesturing for him to turn his attention to what I was seeing.

We hid behind more wooden crates and watched.

George had appeared from who knows where. He wasn't wearing his jacket and had a suit on. Ethan was breathing slowly.

I couldn't see his face.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" an irritated George inquired.

Ethan took a while to respond and simply shook his head very slowly.

George's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Ethan's hair roughly, pulling it and forcing him to li