In the dead of night, Freya was jerked awake by a nightmare. In her dream, she got kidnapped and boarded the ship again. The salty sea breeze and the kidnapper who pinned her down were all too vivid. When Freya opened her eyes, she was in cold sweat. It was unsettling, feeling as if the ordeal had happened to her all over again.

Realizing it was all a dream, Freya rubbed her temples, fatigued. Suddenly, the lights in her room flickered on.

Freya shot up in bed, exclaiming, "Who's there?"

Preston was standing at the doorway.

Upon recognizing him, Freya sighed with relief and said, "What are you doing standing at my door in the middle of the night? You scared the life out of me."

"Scared? What were you screaming about then?"

"Screaming? What did I scream?"

from the next room, begging someone

sleep about her nightmare? The thought made Freya feel somewhat exposed,

was a relief. Freya sighed with relief,

heard something

of something evil chasing me, so I kept shouting for help. Sorry for disturbing your

second chance at life, Freya had been haunted by nightmares, fearing she'd wake up back on

she was staying at Preston's place. After these dreams, Freya

you can't sleep, get up. I know something that might

Freya was curious but

Preston to his study, bracing herself

handwriting, are you? I can refuse, right?"

"A drink might help. It makes

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