Inside the envelope was a collection of photographs, each one more unsettling than the last. They depicted a series of abandoned places — a crumbling house, a dilapidated barn, a long-forgotten playground overgrown with weeds. In each photograph, there was a shadowy figure, barely discernible, lurking in the background. The figure had an eerie presence, something that felt both sinister and sorrowful at once.
Accompanying the photographs was a handwritten note, scribbled hastily on a piece of yellowed paper. The handwriting was shaky, as if the author was in a hurry or under duress. It read:
