Chapter two: Shadows on the Street
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Aiden pressed himself against the wall, heart hammering, as another knock echoed through the house. He could hear his mother’s worried voice trembling behind him.
“I’m going to see who it is,” she said, but Aiden shook his head violently.
“No! Mom, wait. Don’t answer.”
Before she could respond, the knock turned into a sharp rattle, as if someone was testing the door. Aiden peeked through the window again. The black car was still there, and this time, two figures were standing outside. Both wore dark jackets and hoods, their faces hidden.
Aiden felt the weight of the letter in his hand—the warning.
*Stay unseen.*
He knew he couldn’t confront them. Not yet. Not without knowing what they wanted.
He backed away and glanced at the hallway leading upstairs. His room. His father’s office. And then the basement—where he sometimes hid during storms.
*Hide. Think. Plan.*
The words repeated in his head like a mantra.
Suddenly, a vibration at his feet drew his attention. His phone, lying on the floor, lit up with an unknown number. The screen flashed: **“We know you have it. Step outside, or she pays the price.”**
Aiden froze. “They know…” he whispered. The envelope, the letter, the code—it all meant something bigger than he realized.
He turned to his mother, who had paused halfway down the hallway. “Mom… listen. Don’t go near the door. Not yet. I’ll handle this.”
She nodded, wide-eyed, and retreated back toward her room. Aiden slipped into the office and grabbed the small safe his father had always kept hidden in a drawer. He didn’t know the combination—but his father had taught him to pay attention to small details, patterns, and codes.
One glance at the envelope’s symbol—the circle with a diagonal line—gave him an idea. Slowly, carefully, he started turning the dials.
Outside, the figures shifted, unaware that Aiden was already a step ahead. The game had begun.
And for the first time, Aiden realized: the quiet city streets weren’t safe. Not anymore.
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