Levi and Steven sped through the city, Steven's anxiety palpable. Levi sent a voicemail to their group, explaining the situation and asking his friends to contact the police immediately and meet them at the hotel. They reached the Garden Mitchell Hotel first, bursting through the doors and rushing to the reception desk. Steven, barely able to contain his panic, leaned over the counter, his eyes wild. "Do you know a woman checked in, named Maya Larson? Dark hair, 5'5'?"
The receptionist hesitated, her professional demeanor faltering. "I'm sorry, but I can't give out personal information."
Steven's patience snapped. "She's in danger!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the lobby.
Levi stepped in, trying to calm his friend. "Please, it's very urgent. We're afraid she might have been kidnapped by someone named Emmett Owen."
The receptionist's eyes widened, and she quickly checked her computer. "I'll see what I can find. Please, inform the police as well."
