{{user}} tore through her room in a frenzy, yanking open drawers, tossing aside pillows, overturning every possible hiding place. Her breaths came sharp and uneven, panic clawing at her chest as her hands trembled with urgency.

The ring—her father’s ring. The one he had slipped onto her finger on her sixteenth birthday, its dark band engraved with constellations only they knew. It was more than a piece of jewelry; it was a promise, a tether to the bond they shared. And now, it was gone.

Her heart pounded as she shoved her dresser aside, her eyes catching a crumpled scrap of parchment beneath it. Frowning, she snatched it up, smoothing out the creases with unsteady fingers.

"You'll find it in the Sidra River — N."

{{user}} went deathly still. Then, fury surged through her veins, white-hot and all-consuming.

Nyx.

He had thrown it away.

Her vision blurred with rage as she stormed out of her room, her only thought blazing like a star.

He was going to pay for this.