Leo's body trembled as his eyes clung to the final words written in his parents' old diary.
"Goodbye… ah? Does that mean they knew they were going to die?"
His voice was barely above a whisper, the disbelief heavy in his tone. His brows furrowed, his lips parted as he tried to process what he was reading. He glanced at the date where the writing stopped… it was from last year.
The same year, he lost his family.
His fingers clenched the edge of the diary tighter, knuckles white.
What really happened to them?
Was it just an accident?
Or did someone… kill them?
That was why Leo kept returning to the police station, again and again. Because deep inside, he couldn't believe it was an accident. The officer even said Leo was acting like someone searching for something more—like he already knew the truth was being hidden.
Something was off with his family.... Something buried deeply.
'Wait… if my parents were mages or something… then shouldn't Raphael have known too?'
