Ashina’s pov

I never thought a simple task like organizing a room could lead to something so devastating. My heart pounds against my ribcage, and my breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I sift through the pile of paperwork.

But then I see it—a photograph, crumpled and buried beneath a stack of yellowing papers. My fingers tremble as I pull it out, the edges frayed, the image faded and slightly blurred, but unmistakably familiar. The faces staring back at me, though faded, send a jolt of ...