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The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page. "I couldn't open the book without the password, so how did the uncles expect me to read it," I say. Mother Agnes chuckles. "They knew you would come here," she says. I think for a moment. I feel like the last few days have been an endless maze of puzzles. Why can't they just tell me what the hell is going on and who I am? Maybe sit me down and say hey, this is what we need from you. I guess that would be too simple, or maybe they are taking precautions.

This wasn't a story about her family life, and the two of them and Shuji, he couldn't help but glance at Lixue. "Who are you to tell you about her problems with her daddy? She wouldn't be like that if you hadn’t told her." Hyo stated. She folded her arms and walked away. They were talking in the living room and reading the book that Lixue's uncle had given her. Akatsuki and Hyo were even more surprised because the book Erika was reading was blank, not even a single sentence written on it. "And then, what kind of book is my cousin holding? I don't see anything written on each page." Hyo said. Akatsuki and Lixue stopped what they were doing.

I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel. I booked a room directly across from 701. We had plenty of cameras at home. I brought a small one with me. I was going to catch them together. Ten o'clock. No one. Eleven. Midnight. Nothing was going the way I expected. I stayed up until dawn, my eyes burning. The door across the hall never opened. Chloe never showed up. Had I been wrong? Did she really not betray me? Were those messages and photos all in my head?

" The booking info was mine? When did I ever buy a five-hundred-dollar New Year's Eve table ticket? I have to count every dollar for next month's meals. There's no way I'd do something that insane. And they just sent photos a minute ago. How could they just vanish? A chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head. My hand holding the phone started shaking. "Professor Mann… I didn't. I swear I didn't book any tickets." My voice came out high and shaky, trembling with fear. "I've been in the library all night studying. I have no idea where they went."

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

But nothing seemed to match the symbol on my door. Frustrated, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. There had to be something here, some clue that I was missing. I glanced at the stack of books beside me, my eyes landing on one that looked older and more worn than the others. Its leather cover was cracked and faded, the title barely legible: *The Mysteries of Silverwood.* I pulled the book closer and opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the text handwritten in an elegant script. As I flipped through the pages, a passage caught my eye:

They keep law books on the second floor mezzanine, which is potentially the darkest and creepiest area of this place. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I glance down at the piece of paper with the title of the book on. Legendary assassins and their downfall. The shelves are all sorted in alphabetical order, so I find L fast and then search through the plethora of books, looking for the one I need. The same creeping sensation that I’m being watched sweeps over me as I glance down onto the ground floor level toward the door, wondering if I wouldn’t have heard someone enter. “What are you looking for?”

We were doomed to be shamed and die. Underground Writer 101 had become a pain to all of our asses. It seemed like she had more interest in spying on Mafioso than she had in saving her life if she were to be discovered one day. The blog had even spread the rumours of Matteo being the one who had killed his wife. “Stop panicking, Bells.” My head snapped in Val’s direction as she put the lasagna tray in the oven, side-glancing at me. “Stop panicking? You're kidding me. How are you not panicking?”

Just when we thought the darkness had been vanquished, a new shadow emerged, threatening to cast its pall over our lives once again. It started with a series of cryptic messages, delivered in the dead of night, reminiscent of the anonymous letters that had plagued us before. Each message hinted at a hidden secret, a truth that had been concealed from us for far too long. As we delved deeper into the mystery, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a shocking revelation—one that would shake the very foundations of our existence.