Liar

The cryptic note weighed heavy in my hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I reread the words over and over again.

"The guild knows what you are doing."

What was I doing? And which guild was this about? My mind darted between possibilities: mercenaries, bounty hunters, an underground faction I'd crossed paths with unknowingly. I wasn't sure. But one thing was certain—I couldn't ignore this.

The little black fox tilted his head, watching me with a glint of curiosity. He let out a low growl, his sharp ears twitching as if he, too, sensed the ominous weight of the situation.

"Yeah, buddy, I don't like this either," I muttered, folding the note and stuffing it into my pocket. "But freaking out isn't going to help. Let's think. Who could've left this?"

The fox yawned, stretching lazily before hopping off the bed and padding toward the door. He stopped to glance back at me as if to say, Are you coming or what?