(Vena’s POV) Sunday morning…
For the first time in weeks…
There was no pressure.
No symposium.
No deadlines.
No presentations.
Just an ordinary weekend.
Or…
At least, it was supposed to be.
My phone vibrated.
Kabir (Group Chat): “Everyone!
Don’t forget.
11:00 AM.
Aroma Café.
Anyone who comes late is paying the bill.” Riya replied immediately.
“You invited us and now you’re making us pay?” Kabir: “Leadership requires sacrifice.” Ananya: “Only your friends would tolerate you.” I couldn’t help smiling.
For a few moments…
The mystery surrounding Anand House faded into the background.
Downstairs…
My adoptive mother was arranging breakfast.
She looked up as I entered.
“Going somewhere today?” “Yes.” “I’m meeting a few college friends.” She smiled.
“I’m happy you’re making good friends.” “Just don’t skip lunch.” “I won’t.” My adoptive father folded his newspaper.
“Is Kabir coming too?” I blinked.
“You remember his name?” He chuckled.
“After hearing so many stories about him…” “How could I forget?” Even I laughed.
An hour later…
I left the house.
The folded notes about Anand House remained locked safely inside my drawer.
Not because I had forgotten them…
But because today…
I wanted to think like an ordinary college student.
Just for a few hours.
The café wasn’t far from college.
As soon as I entered…
Kabir stood up dramatically.
“There she is!” “The Communication Award Winner has arrived!” Several people turned to look.
I immediately covered my face.
“Kabir!” He laughed.
“What?” “It’s true.” Riya lightly smacked his shoulder.
“Sit down before she leaves.” “I was welcoming her.” “You were embarrassing her.” Ananya smiled warmly.
“Good morning.” “Morning.” Arther was already seated by the window.
As usual…
He simply nodded.
“Morning.” Kabir slid a menu across the table.
“Today…” “No science.” “No mystery.” “No serious discussions.” “Only food.” Riya raised an eyebrow.
“So basically…” “…your ideal day.” “Exactly.” Everyone laughed.
For the first time in days…
Vena laughed without forcing herself.
She didn’t notice…
A man sitting alone at the far corner of the café.
A newspaper covered most of his face.
But…
Every few minutes…
His eyes quietly drifted toward their table.
Not with hostility.
Not with curiosity.
As if…
He had been told to make sure Vena was safe.
The waiter arrived with a notebook.
“So…” “What would everyone like to order?” Kabir answered before anyone else could speak.
“One cold coffee.” “One grilled sandwich.” “One cheese fries.” He paused.
“…And one chocolate pastry.” Riya looked at him.
“That’s for everyone?” Kabir shook his head.
“No.” “That’s just mine.” The entire table burst into laughter.
After everyone placed their orders…
A comfortable silence settled over the table.
It wasn’t awkward.
It was the kind of silence shared between people who had started becoming friends.
Ananya smiled at Vena.
“You’ve changed.” Vena looked surprised.
“…Changed?” “You were much quieter when we first met.” “Now…” “You smile more.” Kabir immediately interrupted.
“That’s because she met us.” Riya rolled her eyes.
“Your confidence is unbelievable.” “It should be.” “I’m always right.” “No.” “You just believe you are.” Even Arther let out a quiet chuckle.
Kabir looked shocked.
“Wait…” “Did Arther just laugh?” Arther calmly picked up his glass.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The food arrived a few minutes later.
The table quickly became noisy again.
Kabir tried stealing fries from Riya’s plate.
She caught him immediately.
“I saw that.” “I was only checking the quality.” “My fork can check the quality of your hand.” Kabir quickly pulled it back.
“I value my fingers.” Everyone laughed again.
As the laughter slowly faded…
Ananya looked around the table.
“You know…” “I’m really glad we all became friends.” “I thought the symposium would just be another competition.” “But…” “I think we got something more valuable.” Riya nodded.
“I agree.” Kabir raised his cold coffee.
“To Team Symposium!” Riya sighed.
“You’re still calling us that?” “Absolutely.” He looked around the table.
“Whether we’re busy…” “Whether exams come…” “Or life gets complicated…” “Let’s promise one thing.” “No matter what happens…” “We’ll always help each other.” The table became unusually quiet.
One by one…
Everyone nodded.
“I promise,” Ananya said.
“Me too,” Riya replied.
Arther simply said, “You can count on me.” All eyes turned toward Vena.
She looked at each of them.
Friends.
People who had entered her life naturally.
Without expecting anything in return.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
“…I promise too.” Kabir grinned.
“Done.” “Now nobody’s allowed to disappear.” Outside the café…
The man with the newspaper quietly stood up.
He placed some money on the table.
Without looking toward Vena again…
He walked outside.
A few seconds later…
His phone vibrated.
He answered softly.
“Yes.” There was a brief pause.
Then he replied, “She’s not alone anymore.” He ended the call.
Got onto a motorcycle.
And disappeared into the afternoon traffic.
The afternoon passed more quickly than any of us expected.
Empty plates now covered the table.
Only our drinks remained.
Kabir leaned back in his chair.
“I officially declare this meeting a success.” Riya smiled.
“Based on what?” “I finished all my food.” “That doesn’t count as success.” “It absolutely does.” Everyone laughed.
Ananya checked the time.
“I should leave soon.” “My parents will be waiting.” “Me too,” Riya said.
“We should head out.” The group slowly stood up.
Kabir called the waiter.
“I’ll pay.” Riya looked surprised.
“You?” Kabir shrugged.
“It was my idea to meet.” “Next time someone else can pay.” Ananya smiled.
“That’s actually nice of you.” Kabir grinned proudly.
“I have my moments.” The five of them stepped outside the café.
The afternoon breeze felt refreshing.
For a while…
No one spoke.
It was one of those comfortable silences that didn’t need words.
Just then…
Professor Mehta’s car stopped near the café.
He lowered the window.
“Oh…” “What a coincidence.” The students greeted him together.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Professor Mehta smiled.
“I’m glad to see all of you together.” He looked at Vena.
“By the way…” “The symposium certificates have arrived.” “You can collect them from the college office tomorrow.” “Thank you, sir.” Before leaving…
Professor Mehta added, “And one more thing.” “Our department has been invited to participate in an inter-college academic field visit next month.” “The final list hasn’t been prepared yet.” “But I hope all of you apply.” Kabir’s eyes lit up.
“A trip?” Professor Mehta laughed.
“An educational visit.” Kabir nodded seriously.
“Yes, sir.” “…With educational snacks.” Even Professor Mehta laughed before driving away.
After the car disappeared…
Kabir rubbed his hands together.
“That’s settled.” “We’re all applying.” Ananya nodded.
“I’d love to.” “So would I,” Riya added.
Arther looked toward Vena.
“What about you?” Vena thought for a moment.
A month ago…
She would have quietly refused.
Now…
She smiled.
“I’ll apply too.” Kabir raised both hands dramatically.
“Perfect!” “Team Symposium continues!” They walked together until they reached the crossroads where everyone went in different directions.
“See you tomorrow.” “Take care.” “Message when you get home.” One by one…
They left.
Finally…
Only Vena remained.
She adjusted her backpack and started walking toward home.
For the first time in many days…
Her mind felt peaceful.
She had almost forgotten…
About the photograph.
About Anand House.
About the anonymous notes.
Almost.
As she reached her street…
Her phone vibrated.
It wasn’t a call.
It was a message.
Unknown Number “You visited Anand House yesterday.” Vena stopped walking.
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
Another message appeared before she could react.
“Next time…” “…don’t go alone.” She stared at the screen.
No name.
No profile picture.
Just those words.
Someone…
Had been watching her.
Not just at the symposium.
But even yesterday.
She slowly looked around the street.
People walked past normally.
No one paid attention to her.
Yet…
For the first time since her rebirth…
She felt as if the game had already begun.
I stopped walking.
The traffic around me continued as usual.
People crossed the road.
Children played outside their houses.
Everything looked normal.
Except…
The message on my phone.
I immediately typed a reply.
Who are you?
I waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Nothing.
Then…
A new message appeared.
“Questions can wait.” “Right now…
go home.” A cold shiver ran through me.
Whoever this person was…
They knew where I had been.
And they knew I was reading their messages.
I quickly looked around.
A woman was buying vegetables.
An elderly man was feeding stray dogs.
Two schoolchildren rode past on bicycles.
No one looked suspicious.
I slipped my phone into my pocket.
“Stay calm.” “Don’t panic.” A few minutes later…
I reached home.
My adoptive mother was arranging clothes on the balcony.
“There you are.” “I was about to call you.” Vena smiled.
“Sorry.” “We spent more time talking than we expected.” Her mother laughed.
“That means you enjoyed yourself.” “…Yes.” “I did.” Inside…
Her adoptive father looked up from the television.
“How was the café?” Kabir had apparently become the topic again.
Vena smiled.
“He ate enough for three people.” Her father laughed.
“I expected nothing less.” The conversation felt…
Comforting.
Normal.
For a few moments…
The strange messages faded into the background.
After dinner…
Vena returned to her room.
She locked the door.
Then took out her phone again.
The unknown number was still there.
No profile picture.
No name.
No status.
She pressed the call button.
The phone rang once.
Then…
Call Ended.
She tried again.
This time…
A recorded voice answered.
“The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.” Vena frowned.
“Unavailable…” “So why send messages?” She opened her notebook.
On one page she had already written: Anand House Archives Old Photograph She added another line.
Unknown Number Then, beneath it, she wrote: Watching me…
or protecting me?
She stared at those words.
That was the real question.
If the sender meant to harm her…
Why warn her?
But if they wanted to help…
Why remain hidden?
Neither possibility made sense.
Just then…
Her phone vibrated once more.
A third message.
This time…
It was shorter than the others.
“Don’t search for me.” “Search for the key.” Vena’s eyebrows knitted together.
“The key?” “What key?” She read the message again.
There was no explanation.
Only another mystery.
She slowly closed her notebook.
Whatever game had begun…
She still didn’t know the rules.
But one thing had become certain.
She wasn’t the only one…
Searching for the truth.
I read the message again.
Again.
And again.
There was no hidden attachment.
No location.
Nothing except those four words.
I placed my phone on the table.
“What key…?” The words escaped my lips without thinking.
Suddenly…
My eyes fell on the old photograph lying beside my notebook.
The photograph.
The newspaper clipping.
The word “Archives.” And now…
A key.
Were they connected?
Or was someone deliberately confusing me?
I shook my head.
“No.” “I’m starting to overthink.” I carefully put everything back into the drawer.
If I kept staring at the clues…
I’d only end up imagining things that weren’t there.
The next morning…
College had returned to normal.
The symposium excitement had already become yesterday’s news.
Students hurried between classrooms.
Some discussed assignments.
Others complained about upcoming practicals.
Life moved on.
As Vena entered the Biology Department…
Kabir was waiting outside the classroom.
“There you are!” “I’ve been standing here for five whole minutes.” Riya looked at him.
“You arrived three minutes ago.” Kabir coughed.
“The point is…” “I was waiting.” Ananya smiled.
“Good morning.” “Morning.” Arther nodded quietly.
“Morning.” Professor Mehta entered exactly on time.
“Good morning, everyone.” The class stood.
“Good morning, sir.” He smiled.
“Before today’s lecture…” “I have your symposium certificates.” The room immediately became excited.
One by one…
He called out the names.
Each student walked forward to receive their certificate.
When Vena’s turn came…
Professor Mehta handed it to her with a smile.
“Congratulations once again.” “You represented the department very well.” “Thank you, sir.” The class applauded politely.
Kabir clapped the loudest.
After the certificates were distributed…
Professor Mehta continued.
“I have another announcement.” “Next month…” “Our department will visit the State Museum of Natural History and the Central Research Library as part of an academic field visit.” “The visit is optional.” “But I strongly encourage everyone to participate.” Immediately…
Whispers spread across the classroom.
Kabir leaned toward Vena.
“A trip.” “I knew something good was coming.” Vena smiled faintly.
But one phrase caught her attention.
Central Research Library.
Something about the name felt familiar.
She opened her notebook absentmindedly.
Her eyes stopped on a single word she had written yesterday.
Archives.
Her heartbeat slowed.
A library…
And archives.
Could there be a connection?
Or…
Was it merely a coincidence?
For now…
She had no answer.
So she quietly closed her notebook and turned her attention back to the lecture.
Sometimes…
The next clue didn’t come from chasing the mystery.
Sometimes…
It came while living an ordinary life.
Professor Mehta closed his notebook.
“That’s enough for today’s lecture.” “I’ll see you all in the practical lab tomorrow.” The class stood.
“Thank you, sir.” As everyone began leaving…
Kabir stretched dramatically.
“I’ve survived another lecture.” Riya looked at him.
“You were drawing cartoons in your notebook.” “I was observing human anatomy.” “You drew me with horns.” “They’re artistic horns.” Ananya laughed so hard she almost dropped her notebook.
The group walked toward the college library.
Kabir frowned.
“Wait…” “Why are we going to the library?” Riya answered, “Because unlike you…” “Some of us actually study.” “I study too.” “When?” “…The night before exams.” Arther quietly replied, “We already knew that.” Even Kabir couldn’t argue.
The college library was unusually peaceful.
Only the sound of turning pages could be heard.
The librarian smiled as the students entered.
“Welcome.” Ananya and Riya immediately went to the reference section.
Kabir wandered toward the magazine shelves.
“I’m looking for educational material.” Riya whispered, “He means sports magazines.” Vena walked through the history section without thinking.
Her eyes stopped on a shelf labeled: Local Records & City History She wasn’t looking for anything specific.
Just…
Curious.
She pulled out a thick register containing old newspaper references and historical buildings of the city.
The pages were yellow with age.
She slowly turned them.
Most entries were ordinary.
Old schools.
Markets.
Temples.
Then…
One familiar name caught her attention.
Anand House Her heartbeat quickened.
She immediately began reading.
The entry was surprisingly short.
“Anand House was constructed nearly forty years ago by the Anand family.
The property remained privately owned until it was sealed due to an unresolved legal dispute.
Access has remained restricted ever since.” That was all.
No names.
No photographs.
No explanation.
Only a reference number written at the bottom.
City Record File – AH-27 “Found something interesting?” The librarian’s voice made Vena look up.
She smiled politely.
“I was just reading about an old building.” The librarian adjusted his glasses.
“Those records are only summaries.” “If you ever need the complete file…” “You’ll have to request it from the City Records Office.” “College libraries don’t keep legal documents.” “I understand.” Vena carefully noted down the reference number.
AH-27.
It wasn’t much.
But it was the first official record she had found.
Unlike the anonymous notes…
This was real.
Verifiable.
Exactly the kind of clue she had promised herself to follow.
She closed the register gently.
For the first time…
She felt she wasn’t wandering in the dark anymore.
She had a direction.
And the next step…
Was finding City Record File – AH-27.
“Finished?” Kabir suddenly appeared beside me.
He looked at the thick register in my hands.
“I’ve never seen anyone voluntarily read something this big.” Vena smiled.
“I was just curious.” Kabir looked suspicious.
“Curious?” “Or secretly preparing to become a professor?” Riya walked over carrying two books.
“I think she’d make a better professor than you.” Kabir placed a hand on his chest.
“That hurts.” “I was born to inspire people.” Ananya laughed.
“You inspire us…” “…to study harder.” Even Arther smiled faintly.
The group checked out their books and walked toward the library exit.
As they stepped into the corridor…
Professor Mehta called out.
“Vena.” She turned.
“Yes, sir?” “I need a small favor.” “Could you return these files to the department office?” He handed her a thin stack of folders.
“Of course, sir.” “I’ll wait outside,” Kabir said.
“No problem.” The department office was quiet.
Most faculty members had already left for lunch.
Vena placed the files neatly on the office table.
Just as she was about to leave…
Two professors entered from the adjoining room.
They hadn’t noticed her standing near the bookshelf.
“…The City Records Office finally replied.” One of them said.
The other nodded.
“I heard.” “They’re transferring several old documents to the Central Research Library next month.” Vena froze.
Central Research Library.
The same place mentioned during the field visit.
The first professor continued.
“Some of those files are decades old.” “The archivists have been waiting for this transfer.” The second professor laughed.
“I hope they’ve labeled everything properly this time.” “I don’t want another missing-file incident.” They both walked into another room…
Continuing their conversation.
Vena quietly stepped out of the office.
Her heart was beating faster.
“City Records…” “Archives…” “Central Research Library…” The pieces weren’t fitting together yet.
But…
They were beginning to point in the same direction.
Outside…
Kabir waved impatiently.
“There you are!” “I thought you got promoted to lecturer.” Vena smiled.
“It only took a few minutes.” “Good.” “Because we’re all starving.” Riya folded her arms.
“You’re always starving.” Kabir nodded proudly.
“Consistency is important.” The group started walking toward the college canteen.
Vena slipped her notebook back into her bag.
She didn’t mention what she had overheard.
Not yet.
First…
She wanted to know whether it was just a coincidence…
Or the beginning of something much bigger.
The college canteen was crowded.
Students filled almost every table.
Some discussed assignments.
Others talked about the symposium.
The five of us finally found an empty corner.
Kabir immediately placed his order.
“Five samosas.” The canteen owner looked at him.
“For everyone?” Kabir smiled.
“No…” “For me.” Riya sighed.
“I don’t know why I even asked.” A few minutes later…
Our snacks arrived.
The conversation drifted from college to random topics.
Ananya looked at Vena.
“So…” “Have you decided which club you’ll join?” Vena shook her head.
“Not yet.” “I’ve only been thinking about classes recently.” Kabir nodded.
“Same.” “My first year is already keeping me busy.” Riya looked at him.
“Busy?” “You spent half the lecture drawing.” “Creative expression.” Kabir corrected confidently.
Everyone laughed.
Just then…
A group of third-year students entered the canteen.
They recognized Professor Mehta, who was having tea nearby.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Professor Mehta smiled.
“Come, sit.” One of the seniors noticed Vena’s group.
“Sir…” “Aren’t they the first-year students who represented our college at the symposium?” Professor Mehta nodded proudly.
“Yes.” “They did very well.” The seniors smiled.
“Congratulations.” “Thank you,” Vena replied politely.
One of the seniors pulled up a chair.
“Mind if I give you one piece of advice?” Kabir grinned.
“As long as it doesn’t involve extra assignments.” The senior laughed.
“It doesn’t.” He looked at the group.
“Your first year passes faster than you think.” “Don’t focus only on marks.” “Learn skills.” “Take part in events.” “Build friendships.” “When you reach third year…” “You’ll realize those memories matter just as much.” The table became quiet.
Everyone listened carefully.
Arther nodded.
“We’ll remember that.” The senior smiled.
“I hope you do.” He stood up.
“Good luck, juniors.” “Thank you, senior.” The group watched them leave.
Kabir broke the silence.
“You know…” “That was actually good advice.” Riya smiled.
“I’m surprised you admitted it.” “I have my wise moments too.” Ananya laughed.
“They’re just very rare.” As everyone continued talking…
Vena’s phone vibrated inside her bag.
She glanced at the screen.
Another message.
This time…
It wasn’t from the unknown number.
It was an email notification.
Subject: Field Visit Registration – First Year B.Sc.
Students Vena quietly read it.
Registration would open the following week.
The destination included the Central Research Library.
She looked out of the canteen window.
A small opportunity…
Had just appeared before her.
And this one…
She had every intention of taking.
The canteen slowly became quieter.
Students returned to their classes one by one.
Kabir looked at the clock.
“We should leave.” “Our practical starts in twenty minutes.” Riya nodded.
“If we’re late…” “Professor Sharma won’t let us enter.” Kabir immediately stood up.
“Then why are we still sitting?” The five of us walked back toward the Biology Department.
The afternoon breeze carried the familiar sounds of college life.
Students laughing.
A cricket match on the playground.
Someone practicing guitar under a tree.
It felt…
Peaceful.
As we reached the department corridor…
Professor Sharma was already waiting.
“Everyone inside.” The class quickly settled down.
Today’s practical involved observing prepared microscope slides.
Professor Sharma demonstrated the procedure carefully.
“Science isn’t about memorizing.” “It’s about observing.” “Take your time.” “Don’t rush.” Each student received a microscope.
Vena adjusted the focus slowly.
The tiny cells gradually became clear.
Professor Sharma walked around the classroom.
He stopped beside Vena.
“Good.” “Your observations are accurate.” “Just remember…” “Always verify before reaching a conclusion.” Vena nodded.
“I understand, sir.” Those words stayed with her.
Verify before reaching a conclusion.
It was the same promise she had made to herself after the symposium.
Not just in science…
But in life.
After practicals ended…
The students packed their bags.
Kabir stretched.
“My back hurts.” Riya looked at him.
“You stood for twenty minutes.” “I suffered emotionally.” Ananya laughed.
“That’s not how practical classes work.” Even Arther smiled.
“He’s impossible.” Kabir proudly nodded.
“I’ve accepted that.” The group walked toward the college gate together.
Just before leaving…
Professor Mehta called out, “Everyone.” The students turned.
“The registration forms for next month’s first-year academic field visit will be available from Monday.” “If you’re interested…” “Submit them early.” “The seats are limited.” Kabir raised his hand dramatically.
“Sir!” “I’ll be first in line.” Professor Mehta smiled.
“I expected nothing less.” As everyone started walking home…
Vena quietly looked up at the college building.
A few weeks ago…
She had returned to this life with only one goal.
To change the future.
Now…
She had something else.
Friends she could trust.
Teachers who guided her.
And…
A trail of clues leading toward a forgotten truth.
She didn’t know where that path would end.
But this time…
She wouldn’t let fear decide her future.
She would move forward…
One verified step at a time.
Monday morning…
The college campus was as lively as ever.
Students hurried toward their classrooms.
Some were still talking about the symposium.
Others had already moved on to assignments and practicals.
Life never stopped.
As Vena entered the classroom…
Kabir was already there.
“I did it.” Vena looked confused.
“Did what?” “I submitted my field visit registration form.” “So early?” Kabir smiled proudly.
“Professor Mehta said seats are limited.” “I don’t take risks when trips are involved.” Riya walked in behind him.
“You don’t take risks…” “…unless they’re related to exams.” The class laughed.
A few minutes later…
Professor Mehta entered carrying a bundle of forms.
“Good morning.” “Good morning, sir.” He placed the forms on the table.
“Those interested in the first-year academic field visit…” “…can collect the registration forms after class.” “The visit will include the State Museum of Natural History…” “…and the Central Research Library.” At the mention of the library…
Vena instinctively looked up.
She quickly hid her reaction.
The lecture continued normally.
Vena tried concentrating on her notes.
But every now and then…
Her eyes drifted toward the registration forms.
After class…
A small line formed near Professor Mehta’s desk.
Kabir was first.
“I told you.” He proudly collected his form.
Ananya and Riya followed.
Arther quietly picked up his without saying much.
Finally…
Vena stepped forward.
“Sir…” “I’d like one too.” Professor Mehta smiled as he handed it to her.
“I’m glad.” “I think you’ll learn a lot from this visit.” “Thank you, sir.” The five friends walked out together.
Kabir immediately looked at everyone’s forms.
“Good.” “Now nobody backs out.” Ananya smiled.
“We’re only collecting the forms.” “We haven’t even filled them yet.” Kabir folded his arms dramatically.
“Details.” As they reached the college gate…
A familiar courier motorcycle stopped nearby.
The delivery man looked around.
“Excuse me…” “Is there a student named Vena?” Vena stepped forward.
“That’s me.” The courier checked a small parcel.
“Please sign here.” She frowned.
“I wasn’t expecting anything.” “It was prepaid.” “Sender’s name isn’t mentioned.” Curious…
She signed and accepted the package.
It was small.
Wrapped neatly in brown paper.
Light enough to fit inside her backpack.
Kabir looked intrigued.
“Oho…” “Secret admirer?” Riya sighed.
“Can you be serious for once?” “I’m asking an important question.” Everyone laughed.
Even Vena smiled.
“I’ll open it at home.” She slipped the parcel into her bag.
For some reason…
It didn’t feel like an ordinary delivery.
And somehow…
She knew…
The answer inside it would be connected to the path she had started walking.
Thank you so much for reading Chapter 21.
After the intensity of the symposium, I wanted this chapter to slow the pace a little.
Not every battle is fought with action—sometimes the most important moments are the ones where characters laugh together, build friendships, and quietly grow stronger.
In this chapter, we saw: Vena enjoying a normal college day with her friends.
Kabir bringing his usual chaos and comedy.
More clues about Anand House, the Archives, and the Central Research Library.
The bond between the first-year group becoming stronger.
Another mysterious package, proving that someone is still watching Vena’s every move.
Many readers may wonder: “Can Vena trust her adoptive family?” “Who is sending the clues?” “Is someone protecting her…
or using her?” Those answers won’t come easily.
Every clue has a reason, and every character has a past that will slowly unfold.
The next arc will begin moving the story away from the calm college life and deeper into the mystery behind Vena’s rebirth and the truth she has been searching for.
Thank you for your support, comments, collections, and for staying with Vena on her journey.
What do you think is inside the mysterious parcel?
See you in Chapter 22!
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