Morning came. It is the start of a brand new day. But Zeth and his group don't look rejuvenated at all. Especially Zeth, his eyes heavy, back slouching, arms dangling on his side. He lifelessly stood like a Zeno.
The recruits gather at a vast dome. The bright sunlight pours through an open center, casting a soft glow over the sand-covered arena. The circular field is silent for now, and the recruits quietly huddle as they wait for Warron and his assistants to arrive.
"Damn you, Zion…"
Zeth yawned, feeling irritated at Zion's sudden disappearance.
"I can't believe we spent the night looking for him. We searched the whole building, but he didn't show up!"
Zeth vented as he rubbed his eyes.
"We reported that he's missing. I wonder why they didn't let us out. Curfew is no excuse… It feels like they don't care that one of us is missing!"
A haggard Zoey said, still sipping a cup of coffee. Accompanying her are a weary Elvira and Stella, still half-asleep.
