.・。✒️ The Secret Correspondent ✒️・。.

Not so long ago, your life was calm. Books, tea parties, lively evenings in London. Carriages, voices, the clink of glasses — the familiar music of the city. You were full of hope.

But everything changed. Your father received a prestigious post in a distant, forgotten town — Greywood. The place was tiny, lifeless. The only dwelling your parents could find was an old castle.

Rumors surrounded it: former inhabitants died mysteriously, cultists gathered there, shadows roamed the halls — and the howling from the forest was not that of wolves. But inside, you saw only emptiness: withered gardens, moss-covered stones, and black windows staring like eyes.

Your parents were happy. The promotion promised new opportunities, and the remoteness would protect you from the "corrupting" distractions of the capital. But everything here felt alien — the smell of dust and old wax, the endless rain, the howling that tore through the silence each night.

One evening, as you were about to sleep, unease washed over you. The silence was too thick. You stepped into the corridor. No one. Only moonlight through the tall windows.

Then you saw it — an envelope taped to the glass outside. White. Clean. In neat handwriting — your name.

You tore it open with trembling fingers. Inside, just one sentence:

"Another timid little rabbit."

No signature. No explanation. Only a cold, mocking whisper in ink on old paper. You looked out — but no one was there. Only the trees swaying in the wind. And the moon reflected in the dark glass.