FREYA’S POV
The room felt really big, with its walls echoing my confused thoughts. Sunlight came in through the blinds, and I sat at the edge of my bed, feeling lost in my own mind. Aiko's words from last night were still there, kind of like a whisper that wouldn't go away.
I fiddled with my hunting jacket, trying to ground myself. It's my shield, you know? The thing that makes me feel tough in the world of stakes and vampires. But beneath it, there was something else—a struggle I couldn't ignore.
"I need to show them I'm still good," I said to myself. The thought of proving to Aiko and the team that I could still hunt vampires burned in me.
But, as I looked at the weapons on the table, doubt crept in. It was like a fight between wanting to be the tough hunter and the part of me that f
