ses of the night. The city's neon lights blurred together, a kale

ed her like an old friend. The brick façade seemed worn, the fire escape a twisted metal

ativity. Canvases lined the walls, half-finished sculptures and sketches scattered across every surface. Rory's eyes l

m Rachel. Rory's gaze lingered on the screen, a pang of guilt

soft cushions cradling her weary body. Sleep descended, fille

uttered room. Rory woke with a start, her mind foggy. The memory of Leona

ered and dressed. The city outside beckon

ory's heart skipped a beat as she opened th

son," he said, handing

a shiver running down her spine. No return address,

nestled, its petals delicate as silk. A no

eet me at the old clock tow

ckened. What gam

d in black, her hair pulled back, and her eyes lined with deter

its face glowing like a ghostly moon. The wind whispere

d forgotten dreams. Shadows danced acr

om the darkness – Leonardo, h

" he whispered, his v

pounded. Wh