Chapter 153

• When I returned to my old apartment, the air felt heavier than I remembered dusty, stale, carrying the weight of memories I didn’t have the time to linger on.
• I went straight to the wardrobe. My fingers curled around the handle, pulling out the heavy metal briefcase hidden beneath layers of forgotten clothes.
• The familiar click of the latches opening steadied me for just a moment. Inside, everything gleamed under the weak light each piece in its place, every item meant for a purpose no one in the “normal” world would ever understand.