sense of dread in the air.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I reached into the mailbox. There was no stamp, no postmark, and no return address—just a plain, white envelope that felt strangely heavy. I retreated back into the house, my hands trembling as I tore the seal.
Inside was a small, black flash drive and a single slip of paper. The handwriting was jagged, as if written in a state of extreme agitation. I felt a cold chill settle in my bones before I even read the
