Valeria stood at the entrance of her grandmother's mansion, the cool breeze sending a shiver down her spine. Memories flooded back as she pushed open the creaking door, stepping into the dimly lit hallway where time seemed to stand still.
"It's been too long," she murmured to herself, feeling the weight of the past press against her.
As Valeria explored the familiar yet foreign rooms, she stumbled upon a small, hidden compartment in the library. Inside, a tattered diary lay waiting, its pages yellowed with age. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she gently opened it, revealing the first of many secrets.
"This must be it," she whispered, tracing the faded ink with her fingers.
Each entry pulled Valeria deeper into her grandmother's hidden world, the echoes of long-lost voices whispering in her ears. Her mind reeled with questions, a sense of unease creeping into her thoughts.
"What really happened here?" she pondered aloud, feeling the mansion's secrets pressing closer.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the door broke the stillness, startling Valeria. Her heart raced as she approached, the unknown visitor sending a thrill of fear through her veins.
"Who could it be at this hour?" she wondered, hesitating before reaching for the handle.
"Valeria, I heard you were back. I thought you might need some help," he offered, stepping into the entryway.
Relief washed over Valeria as she welcomed him, the weight of the mystery feeling a little lighter with his presence.
"We need to find out more about this man," Mateo suggested, his voice steady with resolve.
Valeria nodded, determination setting her features as she realized the path ahead was fraught with danger and discovery.
"Yes, we have to unravel this before it consumes us," she agreed, feeling the mansion's secrets beckoning them deeper into its embrace.
