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-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

I then turned my gaze to her with a raised eyebrow. “The boss called me in, he asked me to give this to you.”, she told me, raising the box slightly and I saw Chris shift on the couch from the corner of my eyes. I tilted my head, staring intently and curiously at the box. “Mr Sebastian asked you to give me that? I asked her with a frown and she nodded. “What is in there?”, I asked and then I realised it was a stupid question. The box was ribboned so she wouldn't know what was in there.

She raised two fingers to her lips, kissed them, and signed off. Back in the empty room, the chat still buzzed. Screens flooded with gifs, edits, worship. But it was the ping in her private inbox that made her pause. A single message from W: “You are rising, wolf. And I’m watching.” She let her head fall back against the red-lit wall and laughed. Not from amusement. From hunger. The box arrived at dawn. A square parcel, wrapped in matte black paper and tied with crimson rope—tight, like a corset pulled for show. No return address. No card. Just a gold wax seal with a familiar engraving.

"Oh sorry, it didn't say anything about it being fragile - I'm sure it's fine. Anyway, you need to sign for it." As he held out his tablet, I glanced down as on the corner of the box was the letterhead of Cambro Harper. I felt the pit in my stomach as the previous weeks flashed behind my eyes for another time. "Sir? You alright?" The delivery man asked. "Yeah I'm fine, sorry I'll just.." I quickly signed my name and dragged the box inside, letting the door slam behind me. The box seemed to have an other-worldly presence drawing all the energy out of the room, like the box itself radiated the same dominating energy as Mr Duncan.

Black, blue and a red box. And in front of each box, there was a little note. Black box - 'I do live inside you, but I am not accepted by you. You always ignore me but when I come out I consume you.' Blue box - 'I am respected and wanted by all. Because I may not appear in goods but won't let evil touch you.' Red Box - 'When I come, nothing matters. No one doesn't want me. I can build the Palace of happiness when you choose right, also can break into pieces when you choose the wrong to guide.'

Picking it up, she noticed the package was light, wrapped in plain brown carton box with no return address. “Alex,” she called back, voice tinged with unease, “ Did you order something?” “ No. Why?” he answered, mouth half-full. “There’s something strange here...” Caro stepped back inside, setting the parcel on the dining table. Alex glanced up and narrowed his eyes. “What is it?” “ I don’t know. It was just there.” With tentative fingers, Caro peeled the paper back. Inside was a small blackbox. She hesitated for a moment, then lifted the lid.

"What's this?" “A gift. I don't know, someone sent it to me." Ezra shook the box, and felt a slight movement inside. He twirled the box left and right looking for the sender's name. "There is no sender's name. Maybe it's in the box. Gosh, why is it so hard to buckle up.”

[Emir QC Team: Sir, we have checked all the items. As you expected, everything in the box is Goojoo mili. We have also sent them to the main warehouse in HolyWing to double-check whether there is any other damage or not, while HolyWing is already running to fulfill the complaint quota. Within a week, we can enter the finishing time. We are speeding up as much as possible for delivery].

“Tomorrow, late afternoon. He usually stays in the office until six. We send it at five by a stranger. No trace back to us.” Maxine swallowed and turned back to her screen, the keyboard clicking beneath her fingers. “He’s going to feel it.” Dallas nodded, already pacing. “Good. Let him feel it. Let him know the clock’s ticking.” Leo looked toward the painting of Nicholas Amaro on the wall. His jaw tightened. “We send the box. Then we prepare the next step. This is more than a message; it’s the beginning.” The night wore on, and inside the warehouse no one was showing signs of getting tired though they had been working the whole day. The sound of computers filled the background like a warnin

The messenger simply nods in response. I hate to admit it, but I think Bianca has the upper hand here. My gaze drifts back down to the box in my hands, and I swallow the lump that forms in my throat, my skin running cold while my blood feels excruciatingly hot. What could be sitting inside of this box? “Bianca would also like for you to bring this box back,” the messenger feels in the silence that formed between us. “She wants you to make the correct decision, sir, in bringing this box will tell her that you did.”