His fingers danced along the bindings until they settled on one that seemed to exude a poetic charm.
As he flipped through the pages, a sudden gust caused a lone piece of paper to break free, pirouetting gracefully before drifting down to the gleaming floorboards.
The unexpected fluttering disrupted the room's calm, drawing Ryley's attention to the intriguing slip of paper now resting serenely at his feet.
Furrows etched across Ryley's forehead, a silent inquiry dancing in his gaze as he examined the enigmatic piece of paper.
But as his fingers grasped the paper, an electric current seemed to surge through him, whisking him away into a sea of memories that felt utterly unfamiliar.
"Why put me through this?" The voice echoed within his mind, carrying a tremor of hurt and bewilderment. "You made it clear you despised him for betraying your mother. So why follow in his footsteps? Why?"