Chapter 31 Lance

• My fingers traced the letters, feeling the ink's indentions on the paper. The folder was already frayed and yellowed, a testament to its age. However, as I opened it, the stark white paper inside seemed like it hadn't even been touched by time.
• I looked around the empty room, double-checking if I was truly alone, before crouching against the wall and reading the folder's contents. The first entry began with a name and a place, formatted like a diary, the words meticulously handwritten.
• ***Dante Cornwell. Roshire City.