I sat on the edge of the bed in my dimly lit room, the envelope Damien had handed me resting heavily in my lap. It felt heavier than its actual weight, like it contained not just papers but the burden of my past—and possibly, my future. The storm outside raged on, lightning flashing intermittently, casting brief bursts of light that illuminated the shadows creeping around the room.
My hands trembled as I opened the envelope, carefully pulling out its contents. The documents inside were thick, a stack of papers that smelled faintly of dust and ink. As I sifted through them, my pulse quickened. These weren't just random pieces of information—they were meticulously gathered files that detailed a web of deceit and destruction.
