Adrian found himself utterly captivated by the note before him, his gaze locked onto its surface as if time itself had decided to pause, stretching out endlessly. Minutes, perhaps even hours, trickled by unnoticed, leaving him ensnared in a web of his own thoughts.
“Do you remember what you did, Keller?” the words loomed large.
The handwriting that adorned that note was strikingly distinct from any other messages he had previously encountered. It was noticeably less polished, exhibiting an irregularity that spoke to its creator's emotional state. There was a gritty, human quality to it—a raw urgency that suggested a deep-seated desperation. Yet, what truly pierced through him was not the letter's elaborate symbols or complex codes, but rather the gravity of the question it posed. This wa
