Asher walked through the luminous passage, his steps echoing faintly against the polished floor as he searched for Xavier. His eyes scanned every corner, every turn, expecting to catch a glimpse of him—but there was nothing.
No guards.
No familiar presence.
Nothing.
He slowed down, a small frown forming on his lips.
"That's odd…"
For someone like Xavier, absence was never ordinary. He wasn't the kind of man who simply disappeared.
Then it clicked.
His office.
It was just around the corner from where he stood.
Asher turned immediately, walking with purpose this time. When he reached the massive iron door, he lifted his hand to knock—only to pause.
A heavy padlock hung on it.
Locked.
Completely sealed.
"So… he's not here either."
His brows furrowed slightly.
"If not his office… then his room?"
But that didn't feel right.
A strange thought crept into his mind, one he didn't particularly like.
Is he avoiding me?
