C4

As the training sessions progressed, Ajax and Donte found themselves increasingly distressed by Silas's absence. The routine had become a monotonous cycle of pain and endurance, but the camaraderie they shared with Silas during their breaks had provided a fleeting sense of solace amidst the turmoil.

On this particular day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the harsh fluorescent lights of the facility flickered to life, Ajax and Donte returned to their dormitory earlier than usual, their steps heavy with unease.

"Where's Silas?" Ajax asked, his voice tight with concern, as they entered the room and found it empty save for the sterile beds and cold, impersonal walls.

Donte frowned, his brow furrowing with worry. "I'm not sure," he admitted, his mind racing with possibilities. "He should have been back by now."

As minutes turned into hours, their worry grew into a gnawing sense of dread that settled like a lead weight in the pit of their stomachs. They paced the room restlessly, their minds haunted by visions of Silas enduring untold torment at the hands of their captors.

Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, they made a decision. With hearts heavy with apprehension, they set out to find Silas, determined to uncover the truth of his whereabouts and ensure his safety, no matter the cost.

As Ajax and Donte prepared to leave the dormitory in search of Silas, a creaking of the door drew their attention. Silas stumbled into the room, his movements unsteady, and collapsed to the ground before them with a dull thud.