*Ava*
I never imagined I’d find such fierce purpose in something as simple as a code, but sitting in this ancient, abandoned bathhouse, surrounded by scraps of parchment with charcoal-stained fingers, I felt alive in a way I hadn’t before. Crafting that secret language for our group wasn’t just a task. It was a weapon, a lifeline, a sliver of hope in the shadowed world we live in.
Tomas, Matius, and Luca took to it quickly, their sharp minds eager to absorb every symbol and substitution I devised. We practiced until the shapes and sounds became second nature, until the code flowed from their fingers like a secret song only they could hear. They carried it not on paper, but locked safely in their minds, a living cipher that no enemy could steal or decipher. No written proof to fall into M
