Logan collapsed onto his bed with a sigh.
"It's soft," he mumbled, grateful for not having to sleep in a cave or a tree anymore.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. For the first time in days, he felt safe.
'I'll ask them about Derek when I wake up again,' he thought, too exhausted to bother thinking about him despite his anger.
Closing his eyes, Logan immediately drifted into a deep sleep.
Hours flew by as he slept, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.
At the same time, somewhere in America, inside a large mansion by the coast.
"Derek Alvarez," a middle-aged man shouted, pointing at the kneeling Derek. "You had one task, and you failed!"
Beside him stood several young adults, each older than Derek and holding a disdainful look in their eyes.
"But Dad…" Derek started weakly, sweating profusely.
"No," the middle-aged man shook his head. "No, no."
"How do you think I am going to explain this, huh?"
