Isabel POV
The vault stretched before us like an endless labyrinth, its towering shelves heavy with forgotten secrets. The air was cold and damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of age. I stepped deeper into the room, my eyes scanning the shadows for anything that might hint at the answers we sought.
Miguel's voice cut through the silence. "We need to stick together. This place is a maze."
I nodded, though my thoughts were elsewhere. My father's letter had left me with more questions than answers, and the weight of its warning pressed heavily on my chest. "Trust no one, not even those closest to you."
Marissa's flashlight beam danced across the shelves, illuminating titles in languages I couldn't recognize. "It's not just about the vault," she muttered, almost to herself. "This is a tomb for secrets—each one more dangerous than the last."
"Then let's not waste time," Miguel said, his jaw tight with determination. "What are we looking for?"
