A Slight Problem

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The journey had drained me to the bones.

From the moment we entered that cursed forest to the second, we stepped into that city, it had been nothing but blood, sweat, and aching muscles.

Every step through the forest had felt like a fight for survival, each night filled with the distant howls of beasts and the paranoia of never truly being safe.

And even now, as we walked through the towering gates of the Romero estate, the feeling hadn't left me.

I could feel it in the air—the weight of unspoken history, of bitter memories buried deep beneath layers of time.

It had been eight years since I last saw this place.

I should have felt something. Anger. Resentment.

Hate

But right now, I only felt tired—

Dirt had covered the oversized black cloak Ma had given me.

My hands were covered in sweat due to how warm it was.