The car park is shrouded in an eerie stillness, only interrupted by the faint echo of Jessamae's footsteps and the distant hum of the city. Approaching a row of lockers up ahead, she transitions from the smoothness of the ramp to the solidity of the concrete ground.
With a sense of urgency, Jessamae swiftly removes a few hairpins from her hair, their glinting metal prongs expertly inserted into the lock. A quiet click signals the locker's opening, revealing a pristine white envelope nestled within. Resisting the temptation to examine its contents, she quickly retrieves it, conscious of the potential surveillance. There is no time to waste.
Seeking solace within the confines of her vehicle, Jessamae locks the doors securely before delicately tearing open the envelope. Carefully, she extra
