FREYA’S POV
The day unfolded with a certain heaviness, as if the world itself knew the internal struggle wrestling within me. The sun cast long shadows, mirroring the uncertainties that danced in my mind.
I sat in my favorite spot, the old oak tree in the park, its branches offering a kind of solace that no hunting jacket ever could. My weapons lay beside me, symbols of my strength, yet today, they seemed like reminders of battles fought and those yet to come.
A message from Aiko glowed on my phone screen—words of encouragement that seemed to echo her concerns from earlier. Each letter felt like a piece of advice trying to navigate the maze of my thoughts. But advice doesn't always make the path clearer; sometimes, it just adds more twists.
As I pondered, I noticed the leaves in the br
