One Past Life Ago of Freyah
December 17, 2024
Fort Santiago
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"Hello."
Freyah lifted her head slowly, her fingers trembling as they clutched a piece of bread and a cup of warm water—the simple breakfast provided by the military group that rescued her.
She glanced at the elderly man who had taken a seat beside her.
"Hello," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She carefully placed the bread and cup down on the makeshift table. Her body still shook, haunted by the events of the past two days. The silence of her family and friends—none of whom had contacted her back—felt heavier than ever.
"I'm Timothy," the old man introduced himself with a kind smile.
"Freyah," she replied softly. After a moment of hesitation, she added, "It's been two days, hasn't it? Thankfully, the military saved us."
Timothy nodded. "We were lucky to be found."
"Where were you rescued from?" Freyah asked hesitantly.