FREYA'S POV
The night enveloped Freya's apartment in an unusual quiet. An unsettling atmosphere hung in the air, one that Freya, sensitive to the nuances around her, couldn't ignore. She felt a shift, a disturbance that reached deep into her consciousness, and it centered around Marshall.
Concern etched her features as she reached for her phone, fingers moving over the screen to dial Marshall's number. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, reflecting the worry in her eyes. However, each attempt to connect with Marshall proved futile. His line remained persistently silent. a
Restlessness settled in as Freya paced through her apartment. The night seemed longer, the shadows darker, and an anxiety loomed over her. Thoughts of Marshall consumed her, and the unanswered calls onl
