Rather than a proper cabinet, it was a mere display table that had just one shallow drawer. I hadn't even realized that it was functional due to how thin it was― I assumed it was just a side table meant to hold decorations like a vase or keys, with a decorative 'knob' that was glued down for aesthetics.
However, there was just something about the furniture that made it difficult for me to look away. My gut feeling told me that there was something wrong with that random side table.
Slowly, I reached for it, gently pulling on the small brass knob. The drawer opened.
The moment the drawer was opened, the smell of lavender filled my nostrils. It seemed like a stash of dried flowers meant for tea brewing.
Picking it up, I began to examine it with a frown. The dried purple petals were crushed, the gentle, calming fragrance perfuming the air. Mixed in it was some yellowish green dust that smelled faintly like chamomile. It seemed to be a blend meant to aid sleep.
