nk account that held more money than she'd ever dreamed of. The small apartment her father had left her, located in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, was a stark co

ter countless times, trying to decipher the obscured words, searching for any hidden meaning

take place the following day at his office. He also mentioned that other family members would be present. This was a comple

ception area was more crowded than before, filled with people dressed in expensive suits and elegan

room. A long mahogany table dominated the room, surrounded by plush leather chai

tight bun; her cousin, Charles, a young man with a slicked-back hairstyle and an air of arrogance; and several other more distant relatives whose names S

he various bequests. There were donations to charities, gifts to distant relatives, and the main

highly successful businessman, with investments in various industries, real estate holdings, and a substa

filled the air. Mr. Thorne reiterated the unusual wording of the will, emphasizing the secrecy surrounding this secondary

glanced around the room, but everyone's attention seemed fixed on Mr. Thorne. However, as her gaze swe

he hood pulled up, obscuring their face. Only a sliver of pale skin was visible beneath the hood. Sera's heart

the shadows were deep, and the figure remained motionless.

ined tense, the earlier air of anticipation replaced by a palpable unease. The family

cloaked figure. But they were gone. The corner was empty, the only thing remainin

of the situation caused her to hallucinate? But the feeling of being watch

ression on his face. "Are you alright, Ms.

a stammered, gesturing towards the

n remained unchanged. "I don't see anything, Ms

want to sound paranoid, but she couldn't shake t

g hand on her shoulder. "I understand if you're feeling a bit overwhelmed. I su

her. She thanked Mr. Thorne and left the office, her mind

t isolated, as if she were walking through a dream. The image of th

g followed. She glanced over her shoulder several times, but saw no one suspicious. Still

erience. She looked out the window, scanning the street below, but saw nothing out o

mysterious "legacy" her father had left her. The cloaked figure, the hidden observer, was now inextri