As we stood in our dorm room, staring at the note on the wall, I felt a chill run down my spine. "We have to be more careful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jack nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I'll check the doors and windows, make sure we're secure."
Alexander pulled out his phone. "I'll call my father, see if he knows anything."
I raised an eyebrow. "You think your father is involved?"
Alexander hesitated. "I don't know, but I have to try."
As Alexander made the call, Jack checked the room, looking for any signs of a break-in. I sat down on the bed, trying to process what was happening.
The note on the wall was a clear warning. Whoever was behind it was trying to intimidate us, to make us back off. But I knew we couldn't give up now. We had to keep pushing forward, no matter what.
Alexander hung up the phone, his expression grim. "My father claims he doesn't know anything, but I don't believe him."
Jack sat down beside me. "We need to come up with a new plan. We can't just sit around and wait for them to make their next move."
I nodded, my mind racing. "We need to find out who's behind this, and we need to do it fast."
Alexander stood up. "I think I can help with that. I have some connections, people who might be willing to talk."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "What kind of connections?"
Alexander smiled. "Let's just say I have some friends in low places."
I raised an eyebrow, but Jack just nodded. "Okay, let's do it."
As we set out to gather more information, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. We were playing with fire, and I knew we had to be careful.
But I also knew we couldn't back down now. We had to keep pushing forward, no matter what dangers lay ahead.
And so, with a sense of determination and trepidation, we set out to uncover the truth.
As we walked across campus, Alexander led the way, taking us to a part of town I had never seen before. The buildings were run-down, the streets lined with trash.
We stopped in front of a dingy bar, the sign creaking in the wind. "This is the place," Alexander said, his voice low.
I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of people do you know here?"
Alexander smiled. "People who are willing to talk, for a price."
As we stepped inside, the bartender looked up, his eyes narrowing. "What can I get you?" he growled.
Alexander smiled. "We're looking for information. About the Langley family."
The bartender's expression changed, and he nodded. "I might know something."
As we sat down at the bar, I felt a sense of excitement mixed with fear. We were getting close to the truth, and I knew we had to be careful.
But I also knew we couldn't back down now. We had to keep pushing forward, no matter what dangers lay ahead.
And so, with a sense of determination and trepidation, we listened as the bartender began to tell us a story, a story that would change everything.