The room fell into a tense silence as Reeva examined the contents of the box. The item inside was nothing extraordinary on the surface, but Reeva knew better. This simple object carried a weight far beyond its appearance.
It was a shoe.
A black gentleman's shoe, neatly placed on red fabric. But what caught Reeva's eye even more was the accompanying white slate invitation—an invitation he had become all too familiar with. A white slate with no mystic property.
"Who sent this?" Reeva wondered aloud, perplexed. There was no note, no indication of who the sender might be. He quickly flipped over the white slate, searching for clues. On the back, he found a large, carved "L."
"Landlong?" Theia voiced his thoughts, breaking the silence.
"Seems like it," Reeva responded, his mind racing.
"But why?" Theia asked, her confusion mirroring Reeva's own.
