Casaio entered Zilia's room, but he didn't find her there. Then, he went to the kitchen, but she wasn't there either. There was a presence of soft scent in the house, but it wasn't strong.
"Where did she go?" Casaio murmured and called her. However, Zilia's phone was unreachable. He strode towards the elevator and walked inside.
He kept calling Zilia, but it wasn't connecting.
'I severed the bond with her. How am I supposed to find her? What if something happens to Zilia? How am I going to live?'
Many thoughts raced in his mind at once, which were haunting and scary.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he dashed out of the main entrance of the tall building.
'Zilia can't die. She has to live... For me... For her brother,' Casaio thought, realizing how strong his feelings were even after so much conspired between them.
