Freya sat silently on her bed, her eyes fixed on the door Jett had just exited through. Her gaze lingered, but she wasn't seeing the present anymore. Her thoughts wandered, and she remained there, lost in a quiet haze.
Her mind began to drift back, further and further, until she found herself submerged in a memory from years ago.
Inside the grand Silvermoon mansion, the halls bustled with maids moving frantically, their expressions tense. It was a chaotic scene, with servants searching every nook and cranny, but all their efforts had been in vain.
In the central corridor, the maids regrouped, frustration etched across their faces.
"Where could she be?" one of the younger maids exclaimed, pulling at her hair in frustration.
"We had one job!" another said, pacing back and forth, her fingers chewing at her nails.