FREYA’S POV
As the hours waned and the evening sun cast its gentle glow through the windows of the AVH headquarters, I found myself engrossed in the e journal that had mysteriously appeared in my father's library. Coffee sat neglected on the table, growing cold as my attention was solely devoted to the secrets within those pages. Whispers of the past swirled around me, and the weight of anticipation hung in the air. Each word I devoured brought me closer to the truth, a truth that had eluded me for far too long. The journal was a lifeline, a tether connecting me to a story that held the key to unraveling the mysteries of my father's death.
Time seemed to lose its significance as I dived deeper into the narrative before me. Fragments of information began to intertwine, painting a vivid pi
