Antalya's POV

The morning light filtered through Dominic's room as I frantically searched through his belongings. My fingers traced over strange vials filled with clear liquid, and beside them, records with dates and symptoms meticulously documented.

"What are these?" I whispered, picking up one of the vials. "Some kind of medicine? Or something worse?"

The records were even more intriguing C notes about pain during rainfall, weakness at specific times, healing ...