Isaac's brow furrowed, expressing his concern and disappointment.

“Is that Aldrin?" Camila, attempting to enter the room, inquired. Isaac nodded solemnly in confirmation.

Aldrin appeared to have inhabited the room for an extended duration, with drawn curtains casting a dim ambiance, punctuated by a ray of light that sipped through.

Unaccustomed to the brightness, Aldrin instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.

“Aldrin.” Camila approached him gently.