Freda's POV

As the car came to a stop in front of the motel, I couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise course through me. This wasn't what I had expected. I had been anticipating a training ground, not a motel. But something inside me urged me to follow Jim inside, to see what awaited us within those doors.

As we stepped into the motel, my eyes widened in disbelief. The room was completely transformed, adorned with vibrant flowers and colorful balloons. It felt like I had stepped into a whimsical wonderland instead of a place for training. Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't help but question if...