Chapter 1: Every night at exactly 11:47 p.m., Jonah Reed heard the knock.
It was never loud.
Not urgent.
Just three slow taps—like someone reminding him they existed.
Jonah lived alone in a narrow apartment above a closed bookstore. He worked as a night archivist for the city, cataloging forgotten documents no one requested anymore. Forgotten things felt safer. They didn't ask questions.
The first night he ignored the knock.
The second night, it came again.
On the third night, curiosity won.
When Jonah opened the door, no one stood there.
Only a small, brown envelope lay on the floor.
On it, written in neat handwriting, were the words: