A place

Duke's forehead beaded with sweat as he panted and gasped for air, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. More sweat trickled down his spine, causing his shirt to cling to his back. His eyes frantically scanned the room, searching for familiar faces, and landed on the ones he recognized. With a surge of relief, he scrambled to his feet and shuffled forward, his eyes fixed on the window. He desperately prayed that the chaos he had witnessed was only a product of his imagination

"I guess someone can move again," Ryker chuckled, watching Duke scurry across the room. 

Nadia's expression was laced with confusion as she asked, "Is everything okay?" 

Duke swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the streets outside the window. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice laced with uncertainty. He heaved a heavy sigh, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, trying to calm his frazzled nerves. "Where are we?" he asked, his gaze still fixed on the window.