CHAPTER NINETY NINE

I stood there beside Victor, Daniela, and Freda as we witnessed a moment of profound connection with the unknown.

Freda's hands trembled at her temples, and her face contorted in a mix of pain and concentration.

I could feel the energy in the room shifting, as if the very air held its breath in anticipation.

Victor's concern was palpable as he leaned closer to Freda, his voice filled with genuine worry. "Freda, what is it?" he asked softly, his eyes locked onto hers.

Freda's eyes remained shut, and her voice emerged as a hushed, almost ethereal whisper. "I see... flashes," she began, her words fragmented by brief pauses. "Vague images."

I exchanged a glance with Daniela, our shared concern mirrored in her eyes. Freda's struggle to convey her visions was evident, and it left us all on edge.

In those tense moments, disjointed images flickered through Freda's mind, and her distress became more pronounced. She spoke again, her voice trembling. "There's... a body. I see... cord strings. T