Blake’s POV
The night was a thick blanket of darkness as Blake made his way toward the docks. The city had quieted down, leaving behind a strange sense of unease in the air. He knew it was reckless to come out here alone, but the weight of Kaya’s disappearance pressed heavily on his shoulders. The message had been cryptic—just enough to pique his suspicion—but he couldn't ignore any potential lead.
His phone buzzed again, a series of text messages from Freya: Where are you? What’s going on?
He hesitated before typing a quick response. Stay home. I’ll explain later.
He slid his phone into his jacket pocket, feeling a cold breeze sweep across his face as he approached the water’s edge. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the docks was the only thing breaking the eerie silen
