Alora got vanished

Bjorn stormed through the hospital hallways, his eyes darting from room to room as he pushed past doctors, nurses, and patients. Panic clawed at his insides, and the usual smirk he wore was gone, replaced with a look of growing frustration and fear. “Alora!” he called out, his voice echoing off the sterile walls, but there was no response. No sign of her anywhere.

He shoved open the door to another examination room, only to find it empty. A scowl formed on his face as he slammed it shut, his fists clenching at his sides. Where the hell is she? he thought, his heartbeat quickening. Alora had always had a talent for vanishing, but this time felt different—like something had gone wrong.

He sped down another corridor, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Nurses looked up, startled by the urgency in his movements, but he ignored them. He checked the stairwells, the waiting areas, even the storage rooms—still nothing. His breath was coming in quick, angry bursts now, his patience w