Mika
As I settled into a quiet corner, the guys kindly stepped away, giving me the privacy I craved. I opened my mother’s journal with reverence, the pages filled with her elegant handwriting drawing me in. The scent of aged paper enveloped me as I began to read, uncovering snippets of her experiences with the extraordinary powers she possessed. Each entry was filled with her thoughts and feelings, revealing her struggles and triumphs while navigating a world that often felt alien to her.
However, despite the vivid tales she shared, I found myself yearning for more clarity. The journal provided no clear timeline of when she first discovered her abilities, nor did it offer a guide on how to harness them. The absence of this crucial information left me feeling both intrigued and frustrate
