FREYA’S POV
TWO DAYS LATER
I walked briskly through the dimly lit streets, my steps echoing in the stillness of the night. The weight of the ancient journal pressed against my chest, a constant reminder of the secrets it held within its weathered pages. It was an exhilarating yet unnerving feeling, knowing that I possessed knowledge that could potentially change everything.
The abandoned building loomed ahead, its broken windows and crumbling facade a testament to its forgotten past. It was there, within those decaying walls, that Marshall and I had uncovered a fragment of a hidden truth. But as the night swallowed me deeper into its embrace, a sense of unease settled within me.
My senses sharpened, attuned to the slightest sound or movement. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting
