Unravel Me Pdf Google Drive Novels & Stories

"Or do you need a helping hand?" I carefully unwrapped the brown paper. Inside was a USB drive and a single piece of paper with one word written on it: *Confess.*

Livia—Chiara—vanishing without goodbye, leaving residue instead of a farewell. My hands shake harder. They used to be precise, dependable—the one part of me that never lied. Now they feel detached, unreliable, as if they belong to someone I don’t recognize. I plug the flash drive into my laptop. The screen wakes, and a folder opens automatically. No label. No title. Just a string of numbers that looks like it was generated by someone who hates names. Inside: reports, intake forms, redacted pages. I click the first document.

I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me. There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters: AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive. My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow. Agatha,

It was a bank alert. His account had been unfrozen. Lucas straightened slightly in his seat, staring at the screen like he wasn’t sure he had read it right. For two months plus, everything had been locked, cut off, controlled. Then suddenly, “It’s back,” he muttered. Alex glanced at him. “What is back?” “My account,” Lucas said, still confused. “It’s been unfrozen.” Alex’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. That was fast and unexpected. Before either of them could process it, Lucas’s phone buzzed again with another call. Lucas frowned at the screen and muttered, “Emily.”

Inside was mostly what you'd expect, cash, a few passports, a gun I tried not to think too hard about, but tucked beneath all of it was a small external drive, unlabeled, the kind of nothing object that only matters because someone bothered to hide it. My hands were shaking before I even plugged it into my laptop, some instinct in me already bracing for whatever was coming. It took a password I didn't have, but the file names weren't encrypted, just sitting there in a folder labeled with a date that meant nothing to me until I actually looked at it — a week after my father's funeral. *Project Seraphim: Phase Two.* I stared at that folder for a long time before I made myself open the one file