Chapter 62- the hidden truths of blackwoods

As I dug through the scattered files and papers in that dark, eerie room, every nerve in my body was on high alert. The silence pressed in on me, thick and suffocating. It felt as though the walls themselves were watching, keeping the secrets of Blackwood buried in the shadows. The papers were old, brittle under my fingers, covered in faded ink and strange symbols that I didn't recognize. Most of it seemed like nonsense at first----old records, reports, and even blueprints of the building. But the deeper I dug, the more I found myself piecing together bits of information that sent a chill down my spine. It seemed that Blackwood wasn't just some ordinary place. There were records that hinted at experiments, hidden operations, and things far darker than I'd imagined. Ethan's name wasn't on any of these files, but I couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, this was all connected. That maybe, just maybe, this place held the key to finding him. As I continued sifting through the mess, I hea