The walk back to my dorm room was uneventful — almost suspiciously so— considering every other thing that had happened to me throughout the day.
Or at least, that was what i thought.
But the moment I arrived at the entrance of my room, i found an anonymous envelope waiting for me, sitting against the ground just inches away from my boot.
There was no seal.
No sender's name.
No signature.
Nothing at all.
It was strange. The mysterious envelope held a weight that felt heavier than it should. Yet, despite all this, my intuition wasn't screaming of danger. Not even my passive Skill, Danger Sense, was reacting to it.
Maybe that was why I bent down and picked it up without hesitation.
After all, it was just an envelope, right?
Someone must've slipped it under my door while I was gone. That was all.
At least—that's what I told myself.
Yes, it was strange, but not unheard of. Letters were still a valid means of communication in this world. I'd used some myself in the past.
