I had spent weeks chasing down every whispered clue and coded message, my mind constantly in a state of heightened alert.
At last, I decided to follow through on that mysterious call that had haunted me for days. I had nearly forgotten the details in the chaos of my daily life until I found an envelope tucked under my door, sealed with an unfamiliar insignia. With trembling hands, I opened it. Inside was a single, neatly typed letter, its contents both cryptic and chilling.
The letter warned me to tread carefully and hinted that my search for the truth was about to expose secrets far darker than I had imagined. But the final sentence, written in an unfamiliar hand, left me reeling: "Aria is Marion's daughter."