FREYA’S POV
I awoke abruptly in the dead of night, jolted from my slumber by an eerie, unfamiliar sound that pierced through the silence of my apartment. My heart raced as I sat up, looking around, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. The noise echoed in my mind, beckoning me with its mysterious allure.
Curiosity mingled with caution as I debated whether to investigate further. What could possibly be making such a strange sound at this hour? A mix of apprehension and fascination pulsed through me, urging me to venture beyond the safety of my bed.
I rose from my sleep, my feet landing gently on the cool wooden floor. Something compelled me to grab my trusty shotgun, a familiar companion in the face of danger. Its weight reassured me, providing a semblance of protection in the f
