After seeing a mysterious package lying outside her room, Carissa confusedly glanced into the hallway, having not ordered anything.
All personnel and packages had to be checked by security guards before entering the building, so the box had to be someone else's.
Wrong room?
Just when she was about to close the door and leave it to rot, her eyes suddenly caught sight of a single sentence written on the package.
"Property of Anna."
Her pupils instantly froze in place, her hands uncontrollably trembling as she subconsciously reached down.
Anna was the name of her mother, who had long passed away from an illness when she was a child.
Scooping up the package, Carissa shut her door and hurriedly placed the box on her completely unused counter.
With her usual sense of composure gone, she ripped open the package with her hands...and paused.
"a... book?"
Within the package lay an old, small crimson-red book, with no words or anything on the cover.
