FREYA'S POV
I sat cross-legged in a cozy corner of my bedroom, surrounded by a mountain of journals and books from my father's archive. It was a treasure trove of knowledge and secrets, a gateway to unlocking the mysteries of the past. Determined to uncover the truth about Marshall, I had spent hours delving into these ancient pages, one by one, as the world outside faded away.
The afternoon had turned into evening, and evening into night, as I feverishly flipped through the pages. The soft glow of the lamp beside me cast a warm halo, illuminating the worn covers and yellowed parchment. I had already gone through twenty-three journals since I started, each offering glimpses into my father's mind and the enigmatic world he inhabited. But as I surveyed the scattered books still awaiting m
