The night settled around their camp, the fire crackling softly as it provided warmth and light. Alaric and his friends were scattered around the fire, each absorbed in their own thoughts. The recent victory was a welcome respite, but the looming threat of the Order kept their minds restless.
Adrian stood on the edge of the camp, keeping watch. The letter he found earlier weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The forest around them was eerily silent, the shadows long and deep in the flickering firelight.
As he scanned the darkness, something caught his eye. A small, white object lay on the ground a few meters away. His heart sank as he approached it, recognizing it instantly. Another letter.
With trembling hands, Adrian picked up the envelope and broke the seal. His eyes scanned the familiar, chilling handwriting:
"I know, Adrian. You killed Thomas Greene."
