Alpha Natalie's POV
Somehow, I'm feeling scared to read whatever is in the black box. I know for a fact that it isn't just meant for anyone, and it might change our lives for good. Once I dive in, there's no coming out of it, no matter how hard I pray.
I take the large sheet of paper that has 'To HENDRIX' written on it and drop it on the floor.
In the box, are a few other pieces of paper with writing, just that they are more detailed than the first.
Starting with the first, I pick up the one right on top of the others. Gently, I unfold the kinda rough paper. You could tell the writer was in distress when she made this note.
Or even worse still, on her deathbed. It has a few areas stained with blood, but he/she was careful enough to not make it spoil the writing with the excessive dripping.
'Baby Hendrix,
