The message was cryptic, but something about it resonated with Giselle. She glanced back out the window, and this time, she noticed something peculiar. A figure was standing across the street, under the canopy of a large oak tree. They were dressed in a long, black coat, and their face was obscured by a hood.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Giselle carefully opened the box. Inside, she found a small, intricately carved wooden bird and a note that read: -Blacked- Giselle Palmer - Look Outside -09.07....
Without thinking, Giselle grabbed her coat and stepped out into the stormy morning. The wind whipped her hair into a frenzy as she crossed the street, her eyes locked on the figure. The message was cryptic, but something about it
The message was cryptic, but something about it resonated with Giselle. She glanced back out the window, and this time, she noticed something peculiar. A figure was standing across the street, under the canopy of a large oak tree. They were dressed in a long, black coat, and their face was obscured by a hood.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Giselle carefully opened the box. Inside, she found a small, intricately carved wooden bird and a note that read:
Without thinking, Giselle grabbed her coat and stepped out into the stormy morning. The wind whipped her hair into a frenzy as she crossed the street, her eyes locked on the figure.
