Emeliana remains silent as she stares at the computer screen in front of her, the files of her Father’s drive or in particular the folders in which the files are kept… There are 10 folders in total, each being labelled with a single letter, a, e, f, n, n, p, o, t, s and w… Her father had said that there is some sort of anagram hidden in said folders and Emeliana has spent the last 15 minutes trying to figure it out. She fiddles with a pen in her hand as she keeps a hand placed over her mouth, a frown resting on her brows as she continues to analyse the files, taking a deep breath before she glances down at the paper placed on the desk, where she has been scribbling all the possible words she can form with the ten letters.
“Tafpenowns... Neftpowans… Enfostapow?” Emeliana speaks out loud as
