Chapter Thirty

Marco’s POV

As I stood in the middle of the dark room, the flickering candle at the far end casting eerie shadows on the walls, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was heavy with an unexplained tension, and a chill ran down my spine. This place felt unfamiliar, yet there was something hauntingly familiar about it.

I cautiously moved closer to the candle, the dim light revealing the details of the room. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries, their once vibrant colors now muted with age. Dust particles danced in the air, stirred by an unknown force, adding to the ethereal atmosphere.

As I studied the room, a sense of déjà vu washed over me. It was as if I had been here before, in another time, in another life. But the memories remained elusive, just beyond my grasp, teasing me with their presence.

The silence hung heavy, broken only by the faint sound of my own footsteps echoing against the stone floor. Each step seemed to reverberate through the room, amplifying